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Texts for Nothing (VIII)

Because nothing says Hither Holiday Season like the Kris Kringle of Krabby, and because as you will soon hear, your Miette has learnt that nothing says Hither Holidays like a Headcold, tonight’s story speaks for its self.

Because nothing says Hither Holiday Season like the Kris Kringle of Krabby, and because as you will soon hear, your Miette has learnt that nothing says Hither Holidays like a Headcold, tonight’s story speaks for its self.

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Miette has been podcasting the best of world literature's short fiction since March 2005, when she was just a pup.

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