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I have chocolate on my face.  I didn’t get to taste any of it, but those boys they just keep kissing me.  I guess if you go out sledding you get hot chocolate after.  I just got it on my face.  Mom said there’s this movie, called A Christmas Story where a little boy cries because he can’t put his arms down, and I looked like him.  I didn’t think it was very nice of her to say I looked like a boy or to put me in a snowsuit so big I couldn’t put my arms down.  At least  aunt/ms./friend Hannah (not sure what to call her) pulled me in the sled and took me for a ride.  Then my mom wanted to take pictures, but I didn’t want to stay in the house all alone, so I got to sit on the porch and watch, sort of.

 

 

 

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