xgamora:

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    “the children deserve to know if the santa they
     seat themselves on is real or not. and THAT 
     impostor winked after asking if i was naughty, 
     groping my ass like some commonplace
     dirty old loon the entire time.”

     – as if this muttered reply didn’t incriminate 
     her more so than the white beard fluff still 
     threaded within her hair. “besides, it’s YOUR 
     fault for wanting the picture in the first place.”

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    DID YOU KILL SANTA?” Her initial shock is smothered as she draws into herself, crossing her arms and tilting her head with wide eyes not yet having taken in the entire sight enough to believe it. A sigh was stifled as she pinched the bridge of her nose and her muscles loosened having already accepted the situation at hand. “Ok…you killed Santa.There have been some corrupt mall Santas. There have been many. I mean…I’ve seen Jingle All The Way. So you killed Santa. That’s-   ”

A hand is extended as if to stop her far too late to actually stop her. “Did children see you murder Santa?”

Dec 24 18:35 ( 9 )