Dear Mr. Santa,
I know I'm no longer a kid for you.
Still, I believe that you exist. Maybe somewhere in north pole?
I'm not trying to ask for a Christmas present from you.
But er, can you please bless me for my final?
PUH-LEASSSE!
Connie.
To my friends out there,
Merry final! :)
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