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In a dark garage somewhere, the wind whistles through an empty crèche

Mechanic Mike, this shortcut through the old cemetery is totally worth it. 
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I dunno, Dora.  My mustache has a bad feeling about this.
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Do you hear that?  Like a fist, coming up through recently turned earth?!  Which coincidentally, sounds a lot like holiday decorations being unpacked.  Neither of those things ever lead to anything good on this blog.  Shh!  You hear it?  There it is again!
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Run Dora!   RUN!
Sweet Zombie Jesus — only three more months until Christmas!
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10 thoughts on In a dark garage somewhere, the wind whistles through an empty crèche

  1. Baby Jesus! You’re back! And right on time, over two months early just like every flipping craft and department store in town!

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