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a not-so-special tree sat on that not-so-special floor inside our trailer. maybe, driving by mumbling to themselves, most would call the scene forgettable, I suppose They might think it ****** but that not-so-special tree meant everything to me, meant waking up late, meant snowmen and might mean sweets, foil-wrapped chocolate from the belly of our wooden rudolph. She hung him high. He hurried home with kerosene for the heater. something was for dinner— fuzzy memory: folding t.v. tray in front of the box— I remember melting kisses carefully with the kerosene
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
christmastime
a not-so-special tree sat on that not-so-special floor inside our trailer. maybe, driving by mumbling to themselves, most would call the scene forgettable, I suppose They might think it ****** but that not-so-special tree meant everything to me, meant waking up late, meant snowmen and might mean sweets, foil-wrapped chocolate from the belly of our wooden rudolph. She hung him high. He hurried home with kerosene for the heater. something was for dinner— fuzzy memory: folding t.v. tray in front of the box— I remember melting kisses carefully with the kerosene
#nineties
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meadowbridgham
GQ/American
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
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