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I met Tom Holland five days ago. I got roped into watching my 3 month old niece while my brother got his hair cut. So there I am, sitting in the waiting area of a barbershop (will not name which one since i don't want to reveal Tom Holland’s barbershop's location) with my niece, and who walks in but Spider-Man himself. I was nervous as shit, and just kept looking at him as he was sitting there with his phone…
Today at the movies, I told the cashier Merry Christmas. She said, "Happy Holidays, ma'am.”
I smiled and said "You don't have to be afraid anymore. Sony gave us a good Spider-Man movie." She started crying tears of joy and said "Merry Christmas" and then everyone in the theater applauded