Hey, There Are Gifts Here Under His Tree? Why Are You Leaving Them?
Littlestone was sitting at the little diner that Uri and him meet often to talk. It had been snowing all night, he had walked there. The roads were unpassable until the men clear some of the snow aside….. He looked out at the fogged-up windows. He saw each and every
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