Wishes Come True
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He pleads in a sympathetic voice, and I let myself fall on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, cursing the day I met him, while the tears that I struggled to keep from falling are now painfully rolling down my temples.
“I’ll try dating. For real this time... but I can see them, neither of them. I hate them too much to face them... and I’ll be better once I come back home. And who knows? Maybe Santa will come this year and give me someone that will truly love me, and who will be able to fix me...” I trail off with hope in my broken, pained, soul, but my mind is filled with disbelief.
“I hope so. I never wrote Santa a letter, but I swear that once we end the call I’ll find a pen and a piece of
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