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“Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.” - G. K. Chesterton, The Streets of the City, The New Jerusalem

Highlighted Quotes That Caught my Attention At The Moment

"I am the last monarch of the old world. As Emperor, it is my duty to protect my peoples from their politicians" -Franz Joseph, Emperor of Austria-Hungary

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In Which It is the Height of the Season, at last!

Hello, sir! Hello, madame! Good morning, my friend, reader of the present post! Happy December, and it is a happy moment, as I can now say in full force the beautiful Merry Christmas sentence! How are you, today? How is the weather? I am okay, yesterday was pretty bad, though. Ah... just tech issues, you know? I felt I lost most of my day wrestling against Sims 3, and I lost this round. I uninstalled and reinstalled the game multiple times and the results were worse and worse, until I lost all my patience. The future for this game in my life is uncertain, though I never fully discard something with a declaration. It has been a particularly rough season for this now zombie franchise. The old friendly ghost of the seas disappeared, and with him, the whole of supply of Sims 4, the door for this one game now for me is positively shut, not that I wanted it open anyway, that game is mediocre and aggravating. Sims 3 is so much better, and yet, I am taking, unoficially, a break from it. A brea...
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Joey and the Barbershop Incident, Part 1

Hello everyone! So I just finished, on Microsoft Word, my new Story, Joey and the barbershop incident, featuring Joey, again, and my friend Bjarke, as Bjarksen. I will post the whole story today, I hope you may not dislike it, let us see how it goes! Later on, hopefully this month even, I will comment on the story and hopefully things will be fine. Well, here's part 1.



Joey needed a haircut, and to have his beard shaved, that was a fact, one that he could not fight against, he saw his image in the mirror, his puffy hair and puffy beard, made him resemble Commodus, ancient Caesar of Rome. This was not a wonderful view, as this was the same who brought ruin to a weakened empire. Weeks and weeks have passed, even months, and even if this fact was present, he postponed it. No longer. Picking up his goggles, proper hat and driving his steam carriage, he went to have his life fixed.
It was something meaningful, a new era for him, one where the suffering of the past would be forgotten. Arriving at the barbershop, he patiently waited his time to be treated. Fortunately not many people had the same issues or ideas as he had that day, so the awaiting line was short and swift, one of the barbers called his name, he went to his special chair, seems right, seems regular, trivial. The man is an artist of his trade, reducing Joey’s hair only in size, taking off its volume. The beard was next, of course this was a delicate part. With the appropriate material, the hairdresser got a hot towel and applied into Joey’s face, and his eyes were closed.
The man did his job as Joey thought what series of events had led to that moment, fights and words of violence, depression and fear of the future, tiredness. Something slipped through his fingers, but now he was grabbing everything back, starting from his hairstyle.
His face was then uncovered, and the barber did his job, silently and diligently. When he finally opened his eyes again, though, there was something wrong. 

Part 2 of the story is found here.
Part 3 is found HERE!
Part 4 is found hereeee
I ADVISE YOU TO KEEP THIS TAB OPENED AND GO CLICKING ON THE TABLE OF CONTENTS HERE PUT, FOR A FASTER READING.
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