It had been 5 years since I’d seen Myra. We didn’t end things on the best of terms. I could see all the damage I was doing to her, how she couldn’t bear to share me, but I couldn’t help myself. 1,287 more words
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Well who doesn’t know this famous guy?
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‘A joyous, white-bearded man, sometimes with spectacles and wearing a red coat with white collar and cuffs, white-cuffed red trousers, and black leather belt and boots and who carries a bag full of gifts for children.’