A Christmas Melody
“What—you don’t like the blue?”
“I like the blue,” Michael said, shrugging. “I liked the red. I. Just. Wanna. Go!”
Reid glanced at his watch. “It’s not quite time yet, Mikey. Chill out.”
With a loud groan and a death march only an angry child can pull off, Michael exited the bathroom. “Fine, then I’m eating more candy.”
It took Reid a moment to process what he had said, and Michael was down the hall before he shouted, “No, you’re not!”
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