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Poor baby.

I HATE Ohio. Like with a deep burning passion HATE Ohio.

Hence my sympathy.

You think my parents would be okay if I ran away to Alcatraz again and refused to come home until they said we didn't have to go?

They might get a little weird about it.

Damn.

I'm sure you could duck out of some of the family shenanigans, though, couldn't you?

Probably. But...Ohio. The hell am I going to do?

...go to the movies?

Hmmm. That might work.

There's gotta be something worth seeing out.

Just as long as it has no singing puppets.

There are plenty of things without, I'm pretty sure.

Why? Were you bad or something?

You would think...

No. We're doing Mom's family for Christmas, so...

Oooh, I love Christmas in New York. Snow in Central Park, roast chestnuts on the street, watching people make themselves look like idiots while skating at Rockefeller Plaza. It really is the most wonderbulous time of the year.

Uhhh...Christmas with my Mom's family is a little more...imagine less Courier & Ives and more Burton.

I could definitely see that. [Laughs slightly.] Anyways, not like I'd have any room to judge when it comes to odd Christmas traditions, considering my family celebrates Lurlinemas and Christmas.

I love your family's odd holidays.