Loathe You A Latte
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I once thought Santa's coal was punishment.
Then, I fell for my enemy and was roasted by his heat.
Elin. I'm starting to think Santa hates me because living with Anders Tollefson is worse than a stocking full of coal. Everyone thinks he's a saint, but I know better. Because he was too cheap to fix the plumbing over the summer, the pipes in my building burst, flooding my apartment. Now, I'm forced out of my home with nowhere to go but to my enemy's house. Donning a candy cane cast and the clot...






















