Christine

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A fully decorated tree lay on its side, the stocking over the fireplace with my name on it torn in half. A pie clung to the wall behind the dining table, and a menacing note perverted the air. The exterior was Christmas on steroids, but I’d walked into a house in shambles, filled with a sense of foreboding.
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