maybe christmas is something more that a celebration that uses the ideals of family relations to further consumerism's grip on the world. maybe.
abby: such a thrilling battle of mario kart, that was. i let you win.
abby: i'm gonna be subtle now. what'd you get me?
abby: it better not be a dog. my roommate will stab me.
me: why are you under the impression that i've gotten you anything?
abby: dude.
me: dude.
abby: you definitely know that i've gotten you something. and if i know anything about you, it's that you'd loathe to be indebted to me. even though that's not the point of christmas.
abby: secular holidays are tricky like that, i guess.
me: you've thought this through.
abby: of course. you're my friend, and if we're going to continue on like this, i need to make sure you're not shit at giving presents. or that if you are, i can change you.
me: well, i'm glad you'd try to change me instead of leaving me. but, i suppose that's christmas.
abby: exactly. now, what'd you get me?
me: not a dog, obviously.
abby: i'm getting excited!
me: please stop jumping on the couch. couches are for sitting. it's not even midnight yet.
abby: can we interpret this secular holiday in a way that let's me open my present now?
me: dude.
abby: dude.
me: fine.
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fading voices [ the SEQUEL to little talks ]
Short Storysometimes there is nothing worse than an apology. - cooper