12-13-2018, 12:18 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Ambroise already had a headache from all the goddamn Christmas cheer. Lights everywhere, reflecting off tinsel and plastic and whatever the hell else they'd gotten into their minds to decorate with. Disgusting. Obnoxious. If only people were this enthusiastic about anything else of actual importance. Like health. Maybe he'd like the season more if it weren't so ruined for him, if Mila hadn't hidden stockings for all the slaves to fill with odds and ends she'd collected over the months. Hard to think of anything she'd claimed in his mind without feeling nauseous, without remembering her sightless gaze looking skyward. But that was his baggage. As far as everyone else was concerned, he hated Christmas because it was pointless, loud, and greed disguised as kindness. He never did like it when things were dressed up to be more than what they were. Didn't matter if it was a person or a holiday.
He couldn't escape it, wherever he went. His headache worsened as he kept on, and something like a snarl flitted over his mouth when Orpheus -of course it was Orpheus, who probably stuffed all things Christmas up his ass like practice for loading Santa's sleigh- had to set up some kind of delusion-indulging. Letters to Santa.
"He must not can worry too much about Santa. Fictional fat men aren't mighty dangerous, all things considered."
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He couldn't escape it, wherever he went. His headache worsened as he kept on, and something like a snarl flitted over his mouth when Orpheus -of course it was Orpheus, who probably stuffed all things Christmas up his ass like practice for loading Santa's sleigh- had to set up some kind of delusion-indulging. Letters to Santa.
"He must not can worry too much about Santa. Fictional fat men aren't mighty dangerous, all things considered."
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mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead
mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead