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For Yosuke Hanamura being alone on Christmas Eveor any time in Decemberwas like your inmate in prison beating you to a bloody pulp. His parentsdragging poor Teddie with themwere currently traveling two hundred-and-eighty miles to the next city where they would spend Christmas Eve with his Aunt Konata. Yosuke hated Christmas with his aunts house. She was a cheek-pincher, her son-in-law was a drunk, her husband (Yosuke's uncle) had World War II on the brain and the dogsChance and Betty-Sumade it impossible to sleep nights.
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So, hours and hours passed of dead silence and ultimate boredom in the Hanamura residence. His mom had called
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