~Jenny"I don't care if you think it's stupid, Jenna. I have three loads of laundry, a house to clean, and your father is coming home early for dinner," her mom snapped, wiping her soapy hands on a kitchen towel. "Take your brother to the mall, get the photo with Santa, and don't come back without it."Jenna let out a groan that was loud enough to rattle the windows. She was seventeen, wearing oversized headphones and baggy jeans, and the last thing she wanted to do on a Saturday afternoon was stand in a line that smelled like wet winter coats and toddler spit. "This is literally social suicide," Jenna muttered, grabbing her car keys off the counter. "What if someone from school sees me? I’ll be the girl hanging out at the North Pole display like a loser.""Then be a loser with a happy brother," her mom said, pointing toward the living room where six-year-old Toby was already jumping up and down, wearing a ridiculous festive sweater with a reindeer whose nose actually blinked."Come
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