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"
All
that
tit
!
You
were
terrified
!
You
were
afraid
to
even
look
at
her
!
"
"
What
’
s
she
doing
wandering
around
on
Christmas
Eve
?
"
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
ask
her
?
"
"
She
said
she
was
looking
for
Bobby
.
"
"
If
I
hadn
’
t
been
here
you
would
have
fucked
her
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
have
no
way
of
knowing
.
.
.
"
Then
Sara
stood
up
and
screamed
.
She
began
to
sob
and
then
she
ran
into
the
other
room
.
I
poured
a
drink
.
The
colored
lights
on
the
walls
blinked
off
and
on
.
Sara
was
preparing
the
turkey
dressing
and
I
sat
in
the
kitchen
talking
to
her
.
We
were
both
sipping
white
wine
.
The
phone
rang
.
I
went
and
got
it
.
It
was
Debra
.
"
I
just
wanted
to
wish
you
a
Merry
Christmas
,
wet
noodle
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
Debra
.
And
a
happy
Santa
Claus
to
you
.
"
