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You have survived the holidays with my family. We went over there at 4pm but we didn’t eat dinner until Jesus knows when. 8pm? 9pm? 10? Who doesn’t eat Christmas dinner until 10pm? We started texting each other things like, “What the fuck is happening?” and “I’m so hungry, I think I’m dying,” and “But seriously, when are we going to eat?” and I know that it is a small amount of torture, but they’re my family and I love them and I love that you make it fun, even if we both died on Christmas Night, Rest In Peace.