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"Ouch!" Thor exclaimed in pained frustration after giving her nightstand--formerly buried beneath a sizeable heap of soiled tissues until the latest round of sneezing, in which the precarious assembly caught a draft--an angry kick. As the Christmas season drew ever nearer, festivity was in the air, and Thor was allergic.
Deck the halls with jolly old Saint Nicholas away in a manger up on the housetop laughing all the way, let Earth receive her king and a happy new year. Blah, blah, blah. Go to hell in a handbag, Thor thought.
She stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the shower, full-blast hot, hoping the steam might provide the relief Vicky's offensive-smelling vapor rub had not, thus far. Steadying herself on the sink, Thor braved a glance in the looking glass and found a demented Christmasesquity looking back. The violent Rudolph-red nose between livid cheeks...nature's candy stripe. Then the green mucus practically flowing from the nostrils...
Disgusted, disheartened, and just generally depressed, Thor abandoned the shower idea and returned to bed, where she started right in on a new tissue mountain.
"Christmas blows," Thor muttered miserably, and for the million and oneth time, she blew her nose.
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You know I lived this, right? Do you enjoy my misery? Might I enjoy yours?
I'm sorry, buddy. You're more than welcome to enjoy my misery as well. Better than just lettin' it go to waste, ya know?
TOMROHT
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