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The Holidays were always a tough time for Vicky. Memories of Santa’s lap distracted her to no end - the time he whispered in her ear, touching her ever so subtly with his tongue, the time that she swore he'd had a giant boner... It was enough to make her want to take a shit right then and there. Damn. To the mall.
Date Written: December 10, 2003
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