Send 🏠 to find out my muse has no family to go home to for the holidays
“Lame, isn’t it?”
The reporter laughed, pulling his wallet out as he stood in line at the grocery store. The damned holiday music blasting through the speakers was driving him insane. “They should be more considerate of the lonely dumbfucks who gotta be reminded of their sad damn holidays.” He grumbled, pulling some bills to pay.
Carlos shrugged as he arranged his own groceries on the conveyor belt. “I’m usually pretty okay with it,” he admitted. “But I understand it’s not for everyone. And yeah, the commercialism can understandably be grating.” Especially when a guy was buying macaroni and ramen for himself… Like Carlos was.
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