“Daddy, does Santa know we moved to Mars?” my son asks. I point to the blinking red light at the space port. “Yes. See? There’s Rudolph.”
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“Daddy, does Santa know we moved to Mars?” my son asks. I point to the blinking red light at the space port. “Yes. See? There’s Rudolph.”
Ginger forced the oven door open and freed confection angels. They flew outside, momentarily easing the nibbled ridges of her lost wings.
The dreidel wobbled, fell. Gimel. “Winner takes all,” she said. Leveled her pistol at the man. “Hand over the blueprints; no one gets hurt.”
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