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Consequences XIV
It was the night before Xmas and all was quiet throughout the house
include Dad who was asleep drunk on Jack Daniels Honey on his chair.
He never saw the zombies enter the house, wearing Christmas hats
but when he blearily opened his eyes, he mistook them for Santa’s elves.
“What have you got for me this year then,” he muttered…
The zombies stopped in their tracks, looked nervously at ...
Thursday 17th December 2020 9:02 pm
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