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You forgot to worry about Justin.
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No, I didn't. I made him a big batch of ginger--
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My gingerbread people.
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I incinerated them.
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I can't do this.
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Why am I even bothering with this huge, over-the-top extravaganza
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when I know the kids are dreading it?
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They're--they're probably making fun of me right now
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for how I cram Christmas down their throats.
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For 2 cents, I'd chuck it all and--and--and--
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And what?
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I don't know.