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Christmas shopping have I been. Cold it was, and heavy my bags were. Expensive were the things I bought, and tired I am now home I have come. Pricy was the taxi in which I homeward my way wended, but taxi-driver helpful did I have. Why like Yoda writing am I? Know not I.

I have much to do. I have Big Secret Bags to hide from Robert. I must wrap presents! I might do some of that tonight actually.