The ol' slag Santa treated me well this year. I did in fact receive the lusted Canon S70, though I find it much like losing one's virginity: you know what to do in theory, but in practice it seems to be much more complicated. Yet that was not the end of the loot; Santa knew of my cologne shortage as well as the tragic loss of my backpack only a few weeks ago.
Still, I received a different surprise today, on Canada's second favorite holiday Boxing day, that could be the best yet of the season: a clear head. I feel released from the anxiety I've been holding against for the last month--the surge is gone. In that I am nullified.
Because any return from this moment on, will always be nullified.
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