This Christmas

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So, after three years of living in Canada, I'm doing a trip back home. Why am I willing to spend Christmas with a heat of around 40 degrees C, smelling gunpowder, and fearing for my life in one freakingly scary city? I have no bloody idea. Nostalgia come to bit me in the ass, I guess. And yes, I do miss the rest of my family and the city itself too, so my parents, my bro, and me are packing and going down south on december the 12th. Here is hoping that we don't get mauled, robbed, assaulted or killed down there.

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