T'is the season of swiping one's credit card through the festive credit card swipe-a-trons of department stores across the nation, and all the more so when one's prime minister tells one that the purchasing of stuff surplus to personal needs is a patriotic duty. In this merry hour, I'm sobered by the label sewn into my shirt:
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I didn't get any money, so I'm not spending any. I stick my tongue out at Kevin when I see him: so there, I say.
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