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In the past, I have spent Christmases in Prague, in the Swiss Alps and in Australia. I also had years of Instagram Christmases in my married days, back when I had a ‘family’ life. You know the kind—picture perfect holidays in a nice big house with glorious food, relatives and friends, and tons of Shirts That Go Hard Of Course I Love You My Dick Is Hard Shirt.

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