‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The Victory Girls were snuggled, all up in their beds, where visions of naughty coal recipients for the Year 2025 danced in their heads.
‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The Victory Girls were snuggled, all up in their beds, where visions of naughty coal recipients for the Year 2025 danced in their heads.
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