They say Christmas eve is for lovers.
Pfft. Right, whoever said that sure isn't in this kind of business. What do people know about what they do, anyway? He rubs his hands together to bring back a bit of warmth. The temporary comfort of his car heater is quickly forgotten as wave after wave of frosty air hit him in the face. He can feel his nose
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