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[Jan. 3rd, 2010|08:49 pm] |
Title: Holiday Memories
Notes: I haven't written a drabble in almost two months so I hope I'm not too out of practice. I'm trying to get back on track for 2010.
Condom: Debbie
“Christmas was nice. Everyone made it but Gus, and he’ll be home for New Year’s. Carl’s daughter canceled again. She swears she’ll be here for his eightieth birthday next month. We’ll see.”
“Michael tried moving Christmas to Britin. Says it’s too much for me. Over my dead body, I told him,” Debbie laughed. “Little shit’s so afraid I’ll keel over at any minute, he barely argued.”
“Emmett made your feast of fishes for Christmas Eve. You’re always there in spirit, but it’s not the same. I still miss you, Little Brother.” Debbie sighed and brushed the snow off Vic’s grave. |
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