Cocoa Meringue Kisses

I scurry. I’m a scurrier. When it’s cold out, and my hair is blowing everywhere, and my bangs are in my face, I can’t casually stroll. I have to hurry and scurry. I’m sorry if I’ve hurried past you awkwardly heading into Target or the grocery store. It’s not that I’m in a hurry. It’s that I’m cold. You see, this year I’m not in a hurry at all regarding Christmas. I’ve been slowly making…

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