Why does every after phone calls with my father I cry. It's like there's this tear switch that turns on whenever his voice is on the line.
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Why does every after phone calls with my father I cry. It's like there's this tear switch that turns on whenever his voice is on the line.

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Elle was helping her parents with hosting their annual Christmas party. She was constantly welcoming guests at the door. Just when she was planning on passing the work over to her little sister, she saw this amazingly good lookign guy standing in front of the door. "Oh my god, never mind I'll take it." She said while she took a little sprint towards the door. After fixing her hair and checking her outfit out in the mirror, she opened the front door, a soft smile on her face. "Merry Christmas!" She said with a smile, her flirty gaze meeting the guy's. Wow, you are so desperate.
Addison holds out a neatly wrapped present with a candy cane tied to it, smiling brightly. "I bought some extra gifts to hand out, and I know it's not Christmas yet, but I figured it's never too early to spread some cheer.." She blushes a little bit. You can open it now, if you'd like. Or wait until Christmas. I mean, it's your gift and all, you can do whatever you want."
"Roses are red, Violets are blue. I like your face --- it's radical."
[ She's gotten into some strangers alcohol cabinet --- hence her poem that was completely lacking in sense. ]