“He’s coming down the chimney soon,” Father grumbled, his hand caressing the barrel of the Frog Shooter on his lap. Father was sitting in Mother’s little chair in fro…
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“He’s coming down the chimney soon,” Father grumbled, his hand caressing the barrel of the Frog Shooter on his lap. Father was sitting in Mother’s little chair in fro…
All About Writing and more 