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He crosses his arms, looking down at the little girl. “Serah, Santa wouldn’t like you stealing from the cookie jar, put it back.” Since she almost never listens to him, perhaps she’ll listen to a fat guy who gives out presents.
“Fine–” Puffing at her cheeks, she’d head over to the fridge. Fortunately for her, their parents kept it open, no child...
“..Serah.” he tries to hide the hurt in his voice, golden eyes glued to the floor. A frown twitches at his lips, but...