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by drunkenkind

Have we got enough batteries? Because what I’m hoping for from Santa requires at least four of the fat ones plus four of the thin ones for the remote? And remember last year when he forgot? And I cried? For hours? So, have we got enough? Mum’s face suggests that more than batteries are drained.
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drunkenkind
46 / M / UK
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Dec 15, 2020
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#advent#childhood#batteries#santa
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