"Christmas, the only time of year in which one can sit in front of a dead tree and eat candy out of socks." - Unknown
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"Mozzarella? Are you okay? I heard a crash sound from the lodge!"
"Ah, that was Oliver toppling off a ladder."
"Oh, that's fine. I thought you were hurt."
"Aw, I'm blushing."
"Really?"
"Nah."
"Okay wow, and I thought we were having a moment."
"Chipmunk, I apologise and thank you dearly for this overwhelming emotional sentiment. The empathy oozing from your voice has me faint, knowing how much you care about my potential demise against the nefarious ladder of doom."
"Is sarcasm your default setting?"
"Sarcasm is my only setting."
"Oh! I think I finally understand you."
"You understand sarcasm? Congrats, have a shiny gold medal!"
"No, not that. You weren't alone, even though you thought you were. You've been offered support, but you shunned it away. You use sarcasm as a defence. You turn every question about your past into a jest. You don't accept help. Your fatal flaw is pride."
"Great, now I'm brunette Annabeth Chase. So what?"
"You need help."
"That phrase translates into you need to visit a mental hospital. No thanks."
"You're not mental. You're scared. Just reach out to me. Please. I want to help."
"..."
"..."
"Chipmunk?"
"Yeah?"
"...Help me. Please."
"Hm, what's the magic phrase?"
"Help me, or I'll shove my phone in a drawer and haunt you with Sweatshirt by Jacob Sartorius?"
"I was going to say mahna mahna, but that works too."
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Snow Boots (#3)
Short Story"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of...
