| transcribe ( @ 2008-09-15 18:29:00 |
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I hated my family on the Christmases they couldn't be bothered to cut up the canned cranberries
and there they laid on a dish, obvious during my Grandmother's epically hypocritical graces. A fat, shiny burgundy tube wrung with rings from pressing tin - -
plebeian, simple and reeking of classlessness, despite our upper-Bourgeois imaginings. There is a better way honestly.