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twenty-five december
twelve : thirty-one p.m.
i'm irritable. and he's just the person to take it out on. and i should feel bad about it. and i don't.
this is supposed to be the best time of year, right? i'm supposed to be happy because of all these presents, right?
it's not. i'm not.
i don't want to get in the car and visit the relatives. i don't want them looking at me, criticizing me. i don't want to sit around in their big, open, expensive, uncomfortable museum-house.
i only want to curl up in the chair in his basement and fall asleep.