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Christmas, Washington - Saturday Morning
Dec. 8th, 2018 12:47 pmTravelling was never exactly fun. Travelling while still on the shit list for Portalacity was even less so.
That was why, jet-lagged and annoyed, Steve and Tony were now in the improbably named, Hallmark seeming town called Christmas. Where there were lovelorn bakers, struggling bed and breakfast owners, and more Christmas markets than you could even imagine.
"I think I'm in hell," Tony said, tilting his head as he looked at the gaudily decorated hotel that Portalacity had oh so kindly provided them while stuck on yet another layover. It was like Christmas puked on the place. "You don't deserve to be in hell, though. So it must be real."
It sounded like someone needed to learn the true meaning of Christmas or to love again or to embrace small town life or whatever moral was relevant today.
[for the guy!]
That was why, jet-lagged and annoyed, Steve and Tony were now in the improbably named, Hallmark seeming town called Christmas. Where there were lovelorn bakers, struggling bed and breakfast owners, and more Christmas markets than you could even imagine.
"I think I'm in hell," Tony said, tilting his head as he looked at the gaudily decorated hotel that Portalacity had oh so kindly provided them while stuck on yet another layover. It was like Christmas puked on the place. "You don't deserve to be in hell, though. So it must be real."
It sounded like someone needed to learn the true meaning of Christmas or to love again or to embrace small town life or whatever moral was relevant today.
[for the guy!]
