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2024-10-29 19:42:56Christmas Eve
Eight Months Later
“Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!” I shout at the boys but Wilder and Wyatt both laugh.
“I think it should count.” Ricky says, teaming up with the guys against me.
“Ricky.. It's not too late for me to call Santa and tell him that you've been a horrible kid, not to bring you any gifts.” I tell him with a wink and he laughs, throwing up his hands. The twins laugh at him, teasing him about getting coal.
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