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My Christmas story

I was attacked so savagely that I had bleeding wounds. My best girl was so frightened that her bladder gave way. She did it to me, and I did it to her. That's how I spent my Christmas.

Boy, if that isn't the ending that makes you want to know the beginning, just like they taught us in writing school, I don't know what is.

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