December 24, 1843
It's officialy been seven years since poor old Marly passed away. Oh, i miss that man. Two strange men came to the office today and was still asking if Marly was here, how strange. But they were stupid men. Stupid, stupid, stupid. They came and asked me to give donations...to the poor! Who do they think I am? You must be an airhead to give money to the poor and useless. Especially during this time. My annoying newphew came in today. He wanted to wish me a Merry Christmas and invite me to dine with his family. A Merry Christmas? Family? Bah! There's nothing merry about Christmas or having family. And why would he be merry on Christmas? He has nothing to be merry about. A time for him paying bills without money. I do not undetstand these poor, annoying, impractical creatures. They should all go somewhere else or perhaps get a job. Hmm, stupid boys asking for items for the poor. Why don't they just die intstead? It'll decrease the population and make everybody happier! Bah!
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