I Took A Pill Under The Mistletoe
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Last published Thu, Aug 17, 2017
Keith Anderson is just another workaholic, not by choice but by chance.
This is his little story, of his little magical journey to just to have fun.
What if a workaholic meets a fired worker?
An ex-angel?
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