The snow kept away a lot of drunk Santa. So the streets weren't too awful, except for those two looking to pee under the library stairs and when I scolded them one swore they hadn't, he promised.
And other than the two drunk santas in mini skirts huddled in the vestibule waiting for their boyfriends, the annual gathering filled the old lobby.
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