Looking through my old journal tonight, I remembered someone that I met while on vacation. She was the older sister of one of my brother's friends. Her name? Christmas.
Seriously. I'm sure she took a *lot* of shit for that. No wonder she went by Christie instead. The only people that called her by her 'real' name were her parents.
Seriously. I'm sure she took a *lot* of shit for that. No wonder she went by Christie instead. The only people that called her by her 'real' name were her parents.
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