It had been a rather rough new year’s eve for Xin Xin. Between the fireworks, the baijiu, the barking toy poodles and the 4 dozen dumplings his wife made him eat, the year of the dragon was shaping up to be a bit of a challenge. He kind of missed the passive old bunny.
His head ached like a split watermelon.

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