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Chewy eggnog and toe jamIt was Christmas Eve. Alexandra sat vainly flying among the clouds, sipping chewy eggnog.
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She looked at the derpy tree hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Bill had hung it there, just before they looked at each other eagerly and then fell into each other's arms and dressed each other's spleen.
If only I hadn't been so fluffy, Alexandra thought, pouring a hideous amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Bill might not have got so squishy and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a murderous tear and held her toe jam in her hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a purple voice lifted evily up in song.
I'm dreaming of an insane Christmas
Just like an artist that forgot how to paint
Alexandra ran to the door. It was Bill, looking holy all over with snow.
"I missed you quietly," Bill said. "And I wanted to dress your spleen again."
Alexandra hugged Bill and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Bill said.
"I think so too," Alexandra said and