The trifles you brought me last year meant absolutely nothing. What's the point of gifts when everything is falling to shit all around you? Why didn't you steal the family account information I left out for you last year? That would have meant something.
Do you ever feel like everything is just a big conspiracy? Do you ever want to hurl yourself out of your sled and fall down, down, down onto the cold hard street below?
Look out for the slings and arrows.
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