Once upon a time, I was a tiny little girl whom most would declare had more than a few wrackspurts bobbing around in her brain. She still does.
So this little girl was very quiet and dreamy and loved to read on all sorts of subjects so when her mother randomly said "BOMB INCOMING" she knew exactly what to do.
She dropped to the ground and rolled under a table, but no earth shattering sound penetrated the silent evening, but with dawning horror, she began to understand.
She was with her mother. Dinner had just been served.
A bomb was indeed coming.
Avoid the mistletoe,
Victory
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