…Nor Do The Stationer’s Children Have Holiday Cards
I know for a fact that some of you guys are people I know in real life (Hi Uncle Tony! 👋). Maybe you’re a regular customer in the shop, or you worked at our kids’ old preschool or you were roommates with Morgan in college! And then there’s some of you who are in the inner circle… like, you came to our wedding, we got you in the group chat or you’re one of the people I send all my potentially offensive or just plain stupid ideas to that we can never make but have to show SOMEONE…



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Please know that whatever camp you’re in:
…There is no judgement from us! We’ve done all of these things. It makes me feel better to know that somewhere out there, there is a child of a Cobbler bonding with a child of a Stationer over THE INJUSTICE and getting their notes ready for a lifetime of therapy.
* I shouldn’t complain because it’s a goddamn miracle they’re in this world at all, so I’ll take whatever day they chose to join us here on earth!

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