The Ghost of Kris-Mas Past

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It has come time to say goodbye to a long lived neurotic hang up of mine. So goodbye Kris. I love you and I always will but it is just not in the cards for us. I am letting go.

Now if actually letting go could be as easy as writing that. Baby steps.

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