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Chapter 2: December 22nd-1
Chapter 2: December 22nd I wake up realising that my Twelve Dates of Christmas plan has a fatal flaw. It fails to take into account the recovery time needed after the spectacular catastrophe that was my first date. This is a huge mistake. I’m barely able to meet one person without needing vacation afterwards, what made me think I could meet twelve new guys? I drag myself out of bed, sling my towel over my shoulder, and reach for my door, when I hear footsteps outside in the hall. Of course. I remember now that I am sharing the apartment with a homicidal Pole. Yesterday I checked and I’m pretty sure that Poland’s a super Catholic Jesusland (they recently crowned Jesus Christ as their king, so…) and so there’s no reason why this particular Pole should be spending Christmas alone in England
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