A fan.
For a stretch of difficult days.
For the memory of when the days used to be fabulous.
For a moment of delusion to save myself from weeping.
For real.
Snapped out of viciousness.
Snapped out of the fiercest fucker any Christmas has ever seen.
Snapped out of the exasperation and exhilaration of having no more fucks to give.
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