12-08-2002, 10:29 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
Posts: 617
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I stamped the snow off my feet at the door and let myself in. No need for knocking, I was expected. Or at least I should be. I AM the Hostess with the Mostest, after all.
"I'm heeeeere!"
Tossing my mink toward the Butler of Blunders, I nod my chin, directing Chester to put the huge stack of presents he is carrying under the tree.
"Just put those things over there. I need to go find the host." There's a wicked gleam in my eye as I brandish a large bunch of mistletoe and head for the stairs.
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