Christmas was different. It was a white Christmas, but it was like ninety degrees outside. It was a white Christmas if and only if you consider that dirty mix of white and black sand "white". Still, it was unique: you never truly know someone until you've spent a week with them in a small room. Spending a week with my friends was torture. It's not like I hated anyone, they just get on your nerves when you're around them 24/7. Still Christmas was fun
I was at the beach for the week leading up to Christmas. My friends and I did the stuff one would do at a beach.
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