[ all right, he might have deserved the whack of sunglasses to the head. maybe. john picks up the fallen reindeer pair from the floor, straightening to return them— oh, she's struggling a lot (things are more clear, now).
it's his chance. hurrying, he'll slip one of these favorites beneath her hand. ]
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it's his chance. hurrying, he'll slip one of these favorites beneath her hand. ]