it's december. it's the first december friday we're living today.
sure we've got the holidays, Christmas, the (hopefully) wonderful sales, and everything else that makes the end of the year distinctive.
even the seasonal yummy cuppa from starbucks they make during this time to manipulate you into parting your cash for.
but why is it i have this mix in my gut? the kind you get when you dread something.
something that can trigger a snowball, a flood, or just a tear.
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