CLEANING UP put me in a COMA
Dec 08, 2021
3 minutes
AS TOLD TO HARRIET ROSE-GALE
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Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, I hummed to myself as I scooped up a pile of clean laundry and headed upstairs.
It was two days before Christmas, and I was in a frantic rush to get everything ready for the big day.
The tree was up and decorated, the gifts wrapped, the fridge was stocked, and the chocolates from our advent calendars had almost all been eaten.
That year, 2019, was extra-special and we were going
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