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YerPalAl
Demitri's gaze lifted from the sleeping homeless man, to the wrapped present, then to the carollers preparing to wake him to their gift. "Claire," he called, "take some coffees out to d'os nice peeples an' less make dis a real Christmas Eve, eh?"
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YerPalAl
ok, chapter two: Roy, the leader of the carollers, looked over his shoulder at their refletions in the window. Beside the images of the singers he saw the cook, Demitri, looking out at them and smiling. At that moment the side door of the diner pushed ope
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karass
Sorry, can't vote yet, but very nice work anyway!
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YerPalAl
Chapter three: Ray awoke to several things different. For one, there was the smell of hot food. And there was music, like a choir. He rubbed his nose and cracked open his eyes and there on a table in front of him was a festively wrapped present, a cup of
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Square
Awww, now you should be writing for The New Yorker with a story like that!
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by YerPalAl
Created December 13, 2004
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