10:45 p.m.
On the first night of Christmas, my true love told to me:
"But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me
You can't get rid of it
'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah"
On the second day of Christmas, my true love said near me:
"You keep 80%, and you hand over 20% to my █████████████████
("Or else, it's jail, and a $1,000 fine.")
On the last day of Christmas, my true love claimed to me:
"I may have ██████████████████, but I never really liked any of them. "
