“When I wished to become an elf, I was thinking World of Warcraft, not three feet tall and making toys.”
Tinsel offered her an eggnog. “Sorry you’re disappointed, but I’m happy you’re here.”
Grasping the cup, Candy’s hand lingered on his. “I’m not disappointed. Who needs Legolas, when there’s Tinsel.”
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