The mall 'Santa' looked down at me with his dimensionless pedo-eyes.
"Why don't cha come n' sit on mah lap darlin'?"
I hesitantly peered over at his questionable lap, wondering how many kids had farted on the costume rental.
"Can I sit on your shoulder?" I asked, avoiding his eyes and focusing more on the leftover Lunch dangling in his yellowed beard.
He looked at me skeptically, his bushy eyebrows furrowed into a knot.
"I'll take that as a yes," I climbed over his obese mountain of a stomach and placed my booty cheeks onto his squishy shoulder- I bet I'd be the first person to fart there.
With the same confused expression, he bellowed, "So, what do you want for Christmas?"
I knew the answer to that question in a heartbeat. It's what I've been wishing for every year, every 11:11, every dandelion puff and flower petal.
The fat mall Santa cleared his throat, impatient and awaiting my answer.
I leaned over and looked dead straight into his molester pupils.
"Juni's virginity."
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A/N
I hop u liek dis story
Dis is Mai gift frum Juni and me 2 u
Juni helpd me edit dis so thx
Merry junimas but dun 4get Jesus' bday <3