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I am designing an alt lit Christmas in Poland. At the house of Zabka.

We will club the carp in the bathtub and then we will cook it and eat it. We will eat pierogi and break bread crackers when the first star arrives. And everyone will speak Polish and wish good tidings and I won’t understand the words. But that’s OK.

At the end of the night I will go to the quiet room and open up my inbox where all my friend’s live. And I will unwrap my Metazen ebook. And I will read and be happy.

I am glad TB is gone. All the great Romantics died from TB. 


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