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“chairs in place. The heavy, old-fashioned gilt-trimmed mirrors made me chuckle, but the drooping and dusty plastic plants were certainly no laughing matter. Yikes. I drifted through the front room to the stockroom”
― Susan Hatler, The Christmas Compromise

“Her steps quickened. Her breaths came in puffs, her heart pattering against her sternum as she lifted her knees and pumped her tiny arms to keep up. Her stuffed giraffe, Faustine, swung in her grip, its yarn tail tattered and one beaded eye missing. Part of the stuffing in Faustine’s neck had long since been compressed”
― N. Gemini Sasson, Say That Again

“A lesson, please,” said Vic. “You might not be around to hold my hand the next time I bring down an elk.” “You’ve taken your kill for this season, mister,” Allison said. “If you learn how to do this right, you can hold one of your buddies’ hands.” She looked”
― Mark Stevens, Antler Dust

“Vivian had hoped her father would be in bed by the time she arrived home, but she was never lucky where he was concerned. The wine shop was closed, of course, but the lights were still on in their two”
― Julianne MacLean, A Fire Sparkling