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>"GRINCHES could be here" he thought. I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be GRINCHES anywhere. The cold wind felt good against his fat man tits. I HATE GRINCHES. A metal version of Jingle Bells reverberated his entire sleigh, making it pulsate even as the cheap gas station eggnog coursed through his clogged arteries and washes away his (merited) fear of green skinned abominations after dark. "With a magic sleigh you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself out loud.
RT: https://nicecrew.digital/objects/f1f0c2ae-6708-45cc-84d7-d71600db86fe