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The End
PJ Vogt
We get back to the airport town, the town that's in an airport, Kangaroo Sock. And for dinner, reindeer sausage. As I eat it, I feel ashamed, which makes me realize that somewhere inside of me is a person with unresolved feelings about Santa Claus. I crawl into bed. I can see the runway from my little hotel window. I pull the blinds tight.
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