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Chapter 17 by The Doctor The Doctor

What is left for you in this world?

Dingadingading… little bells ringing.

A sleigh slows down next to you. It came out of nowhere… the sky, maybe. A very fat old man gets out.

“Well, this won’t do. Elves! Get the girl, we’re taking her back home. Anyway, she’s dead if she stays here.”

As you blackout, you wonder. Are you being **** by Santa Claus? And why wouldn’t that make sense… yesterday you were a guy.

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