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It was muey importante.

An actual Santa encounter of the weirdest kind.

"Why is she crying when she should be celebrating?"

Goodbye Snow White I saw her there in that box, still and cold. Dressed in white, rose petals scattered round her gentle frame. Snow White, ..

A young man goes in search for a girl he's never met, and isn't even sure she actually exist.

Hmm, I ran over the weather lady.

Some things are just meant to happen.

The Story of a very special someone.

"She always asked the same question, 'Tell me again Tom, how old am I? I always forget.'"

She sat and glared past me as if I wasn't there.