A Weak Christmas
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Damn’t who the hell is calling at, Chris squinted at the clock by his bedside, 4:05 in the morning?
At a week before Christmas, Chris had been looking forward to time away from work and spending the holiday with his friends.
“Larabee” he grunted into the phone.
“Christopher Larabee?” asked the tentative voice on the
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