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Post by PASTIE on Dec 25, 2007 0:39:09 GMT -1
PASTIE lolls across the sofa. The Jameson glass, earlier licked clean, slides out of his hand and rolls across the floor.
Upstairs, PMV snores soundly the sleep of the little boy who promised himself he wouldn't sleep tonight.
PASTIE's guard is less than vigilant, and under his watch, a mince pie is chomped; a glass of milk is downed and a scarlet featured caribou snacks on a carrot. Gifts are stuffed into the stocking dangling on the end of the little boy's bed and the draught of exit stirs PASTIE.
He hauls himself from the sofa and climbs the stairs. PMV will be the first to spy the crumbs on the carpet and to check that the reindeer food will be devoured from the doorstep.
Spooky.
Merry Christmas all
SOP
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