[Oh the canned music sucked. David sighed as he moved all the way inside and spared some time to look around.]
November is a month back home. It precedes a part of the year characterized by rampant consumerism and people become rather crazed in their desire to acquire things to give to other people.
And nothing is wrong with peppermint. There is something wrong with everything tasting like peppermint. Or gingerbread.
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November is a month back home. It precedes a part of the year characterized by rampant consumerism and people become rather crazed in their desire to acquire things to give to other people.
And nothing is wrong with peppermint. There is something wrong with everything tasting like peppermint. Or gingerbread.