Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
He had a worried look about him, his hands crammed in his pockets, and he hurried to the shop door and found it locked. Hello, I called out to him. He turned toward me, shielding his eyes from the bright strings of Christmas lights. Hello, he called back. Looks like I've missed the, well, not the boat, but maybe the sleigh? I chuckled and strolled into the pool of light.
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