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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
"Tough tootsie rolls"? Please tell me you did not really fucking write that. The mere thought that someone wrote that is almost enough to make my sinuses implode and my nervous system melt.
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I like the expression. As a child, I would eagerly anticipate Christmas. Chrismas morning was a magical time, all the family together with the beautiful decorations, the wondrous smells, and, of course, the brightly wrapped presents under the tree. I would always save some of the candy I'd received in my stocking, as if tasting the candy in the months to come would bring me back to that wonderful time. Come February, cold and gray and desolate, I would break open my cache, only to find that it had gone stale and tasteless, the chalky taste reminding me of my bleak, bitter, and empty existence on every other day of the year.
Tough. Tootsie. Rolls.
