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mofetteI don’t think I can remember a day that this happened, just that eventually, the circumstances were too much to take.
I’ve always been pretty skeptical / suspicious of things I cannot understand, or see or feel so I wasn’t that old. I think the fact that a tube of giant Fruit Pastilles came from Santa each year was a nice touch, and that continued until I left the house for good.
I remember a friend’s sister still believed in Santa at high school. We were both mortified that she believed and would be mocked, but simultaneously didn’t want to tell her, for fear of breaking her heart. I don’t remember how that ended…
I’ve always been pretty skeptical / suspicious of things I cannot understand, or see or feel so I wasn’t that old. I think the fact that a tube of giant Fruit Pastilles came from Santa each year was a nice touch, and that continued until I left the house for good.
I remember a friend’s sister still believed in Santa at high school. We were both mortified that she believed and would be mocked, but simultaneously didn’t want to tell her, for fear of breaking her heart. I don’t remember how that ended…
