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A movie actually sounded nice because it's not everytime that they get the chance to sit and watch a movie, though Stephanie was an actress she didn't watch movies frequently; always busy learning a new script or something else. "It's Christmas Eve, so let's see... How about 12 days of Christmas?" She asked "Alright play it" he nodded While watching the movie, the power went out. It wasn't something that frequently happens but it did. "The power's out" Stephanie stated the obvious. "I'm sure it'll be back in a few minutes" he said "What do we do till then?" They were in the house alone, all the helpers had gone out to their families. "Talk I guess" he made himself comfortable

he whispered in her ear then he backed away a few steps and misted away. Damien looked down at Gretchen's worried face. He'd have to tell her eventually, but now wasn't the time.Things were in motion now that couldn't be stopped. He turned her around then started back to the fire. “So, tell me about Christmas. What do you do? How does it work?” Gretchen crossed her arms over her chest and smirked.“How does it work? It’s a holiday." Damien put his arm around Gretchen.“Yes, my love, I know that. What do we need to do to have it?”

she said softly,"I am really not, if you say no, I'll not say anything bad about you. I promise. but if you'd like to do something kind for a wonderful man who means so much to me...will you just think about it?" Her eyes looked like those of a cocker spanial that had just messed on the rug. I looked down at my feet. "I don't have to think about it." I finally said it,"I'll do it!" I really didn't have a choice, did I? The old Mason wrote The Winter Angel one day and decided to put that on play instead. After I read the script, it wasn't that bad actually. It's basically the story of a man who had lost his wife a few years back. This guy, Harry Preston, used to be real religious, but he had

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

"Christmas, I never heard of anyone use an alias as Christmas, Duke. What does this 'Christmas' do to make us take the benefit in this case?" Duke lifted his hand and claps it once. "This is what I'm talking about. So, this Mr. Christmas is one of Klyde McMarrow's client who buys smuggled women from everywhere and then he'll auction it to them. He's this kettle looking guy, you know what I mean? Bald, short and fat, he has this annoying laugh and he's in love eating this bread wherever he goes, he has it in his pocket and much it like a 2 year old kid." Duke began with gestures he uses and is not that really necessary.

Blanche would certainly not believe that, not with a fifty feet tall white Christmas tree, besides it might be just a gimmick of the hotel. "Someone's looking for me?" Blanche passed the note to Misha that arrived with a large bubble tea on hand. "Oh, so you're finally giving up," she stated then sipped on her drink. Blanche didn't reply, she just averted her gaze on the big Christmas tree. "Christmas is near." She heard Misha murmured. Astolfo looked at her. "What did you say? What's Christmas?" They frowned at what Astolfo said. "You don't know?"

she answered. “Why would you have to work on Christmas day?“ He asked. “Because it's urgent and if I don't go on this journey, I would lose important information on the story I am working on,“ she explained. “What is this story that you are working on?“ "Is this an interrogatory dinner?“ She asked him, slamming her fork down by her plate. “Calm down everyone," Calvin interjected. 'It's Christmas Eve and we are supposed to be enjoying this meal as a family,” he muttered.

"I don't get why this movie is about Christmas." "Because it takes place during a Christmas party on Christmas Eve," she explains, but I'm a bit annoyed as I finish the sentence. "Yes, but," I interject as I turn on the TV once more. I tell him to stop and get off the bed. "Oh, my God! If you ask me one more question, I'll lose it. Just watch the movie." I sit down again, and the movie starts over. "Okay," I barely hear him say. I watch the movie and tell someone, "If you speak again, I'll tape your mouth shut." They stay quiet. "Thanks."

Micheal tells us and it pushes me more into panic mode. “I don’t feel good, darling. We have to find Blaze.” Windy says to him. Tears well uo in my eyes. I am tired of this sick game of destiny now. Suddenly the music stops and I hear his voice over the microphone. “My lovely people, Merry Christmas to you all.” Everyone gathers around the fairy ride, he’s standing in the top basket. Our eyes meet and I heave in relief.

Michael put a hand out to stop me. “Pack your bags and take our daughter back home. There will be a driver waiting out front to escort you to the airport,” Michael said, stepping over broken glass and leaving the room. *** *Shelby* **Present day** “Oh my God,” I said breathlessly as Lucille finished her story. “It was the worst Christmas we ever had at the cabin,” Lucille said, looking sad. “What happened after Michael and Marmie’s fight?” I asked.