Leonora was looking forward to a peaceful Christmas.
Somehow the decorations and trees and cards had got consigned to the past.
Ping! went her email and there was a photo from Horrid Leonard. Of all his god-damned presents under the tree.
Piss off Leonard, she said to herself. Great that you have a shit load of presents. And I have none. And no family. Just rub it in my face.
She sighed. Perhaps it wasn't going to be a good Christmas after all. Whatever one of those was.
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