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"No good?" he says. "Worst ever! Awful! They're hard as rocks! What did you do?" "That's because they're not cookies. They're tree ornaments," he chuckles. He spatulas the new cookies--majorly fucked-up Christmas trees--onto the wire rack beside his other hideous masterpieces. "We made these every year when I was a kid. Salt dough. It's tradition." They look like a little kid still made them. I think it might be a good sign that my angst isn't rushing out of my mouth like vomit anymo...re. I inspect the bitten star in my hand a little more closely. The salt glitters a little. "You're really into this Christmas tree idea, aren't you." "I am." "So," I turn the beige-ish thing over in my palm before placing it back down on the cooling rack with the others, "it's going to be an ugly Christmas." "That's what the paints are for." He nudges the kiddie paint sets. Ahhh. "We need something to do." "We do?" I can think of far better things. Well, if I didn't feel so sick. At least, thinking of them provides a bland flicker of interest. "To get your mind off things," he says. I wonder if he was reading my mind just now. Probably not, since he is merrily carrying on, fucking-up another batch of what I think he means to be snowflakes. I watch shape a ball of dough for a minute, before taking a glob for myself. I start shaping a fucked-up snowflake too. He glances at me from his obliteration of an ornament and a smile flicks over his lips before he goes back to what he's doing.
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