All I Want for Christmas is Pooch
Everyone was so happy, and the vendors seemed to have far less wares now than they had when they’d arrived in the morning.
They found a seat at a picnic table that had been set up across from the food trucks, scents from the other choices hitting their lungs. Tacos, turkey legs, and corndogs were also available, as well as burgers from the local restaurant.
“Well, what do you think?” Brady asked, a few bites into his loaded baked potato on a stick.
Noelle had gotten cheese, butter, and bacon only. “Not bad,” she said, taking a drink of her Coke. “A little dry, but not bad.”
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