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So, every time somebody asks me what I'd like for Christmas, or tells me they found something cute, I always ask, "Is it a man?" I think I'm incredibly funny, except that I've been using that joke for years now (I even take it to ridiculous extremes like, "How did you find a box that big?" or "How is he able to breathe in your trunk?" Truth be told, I gave my heart away a long time ago, so any new man is most likely not going to tickle my fancy....but it's fun to joke about all the same. Should I pull out more romantic comedies this weekend? Probably not. They don't seem to bring me any holiday cheer, only holiday annoyance.
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