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14th

by drunkenkind

Cupboards filling up with stuff we can’t touch like industrial sacks of dry roasted peanuts and biscuits for cheese, specifically. Seems this season of excess begins with an interminable exercise in restraint, where even one mince pie is missed.
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46 / M / UK
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drunkenkind
46 / M / UK
Published
Dec 14, 2020
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1m
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#advent#childhood#food#cheese#biscuits
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