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Christmas is returning, and I can smell it. The smell of the frosty breeze; there's nothing more enriching to perk your senses up and remind you of your reality, and of how alive you are. The sense of smell is probably the most authentic sense you have. Nothing is more enriching than a beautiful smell. The smell of a boy's deodorant, the cutting whips of Christmas air, the smell of gravy, the fumes of coffee.
Christmas is returning to us all, and I am actually becoming excited over it. It's the best time of the year, seriously. It's so beautifully festive, from the lights to the corny themed shows, to the santa hats. Nothing brings the nation together like Christmas does. It's such a beautifully unifying time.
And I can't wait.
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Once, there was a man, born inside of a world made of steal and hate. He was bred on unusual social habits, mainstream entertainment and silently strict principles. Eventually, he pulled himself up, dusted himself off and moved on to form his own self. He found nice clothes, amazingly unique music, put on his fake, large glasses, started writing stories and applied bohemia to his life.
Please, join on this trail of madness.
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