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  • You don't know what it's like. The mince pies. Dozens and dozens of mince pies. They get in your soul. They mesh with your identity. Before you know it, everywhere you look, out of the corner of your eye, you can see mince pies. Mince pies when you close your eyes. Mince pies in your dreams. And then January happens. And they're gone. Gone.

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