Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. A modern retelling of a Christmas classic.
When the cute, wolf-print sweater that you got for your husband fits perfectly, looks great on him, and he thinks it looks dope, but it weirdly smells like armpit...
Last Christmas, I gave you a sweater, but it smelled weird, so the very next day, we gave it away. And by that, I mean that we went back to the store to exchange or return it or something.
-j
