So, you've missed me. You've been crying into your egg nog which you really should pour down the sink because Christ that shit goes off and I don't want any of you to DIE, and you've been clinging to your loved ones, sobbing incoherently because 'she's .. just ... not ... THERE!'
I know, but in my defence, you really should be used to it.
I would like to say that I will be better but let's sit that dance out.
Let us all just rest a while, near a christmas tree because I know you haven't pulled it down yet, and hopefully there will be a weird blue girl there that will entertain you until I get back.
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