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She quietly, unobtrusively carved a niche for herself within the emotion-choked clutter of her own house; with every object purloined from other rooms - table, chair, computer, task light, small travel clock - the simple excitement of potential seemed to be able to scrape guilt off the very walls.
‘I must never speak of this.’
I really thought I had made it to higher ground this year, but no - Christmas guilt is already knee-deep, and rising.
Henry’s defense to the charges—which would result in death by decapitation if he was found guilty—were primarily a plea for clemency because he would have no place to hang his many hats in the afterlife and besides, he had recently gotten a haircut that he liked very much.
The guilty crumbs left from the eating of the last doughnut surely spelt ‘War’.
It was easy enough to gift-wrap my Guilt, once all the corners were taped, but the postal service refused to handle the package for fear of breakage in transit.
today at work there was a little old man who was waiting for his son, i was his waitress and noticed that he had been waiting for quite a while and offered him my cell phone so he could call his son, before the two of them left after eating the man came up to me and gave me 10 dollars, it made me happy, but at the same time i feel guilty.
The pangs of regret at eating those donuts have devolved into hunger pains as I try to rid myself of the fat.
I popped open the first little window on the Advent Calendar of Holiday Guilt and let the sweet, familiar anxiety of the yule season wash over me.
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