Me to myself: I get how you felt, Mister Rudolph. You had a red nose; I have red hair. And we both feel like we don’t belong.
I let out a dry chuckle.
I was comparing myself with a reindeer who drives a fictitious fat man to houses across the globe in order to drop off free presents to children every year. Boy, could I use some sleep.
Little did I know that that night, I would scarcely get any.
Because that night, I had the first of the 'mares.
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Sort of Deadly
Humor*Sequel to 'Sort Of Dead'* *Kindly read the previous installment beforehand* ~ "You know the feeling when you see a glass jar filled with perfectly round, colorful marbles, and you just want to put one - or two, or three - in your mouth, even though...
