Ryan B. Richey
Not a bad haul.
The toys we receive from five separate family Christmases fill the back of Gib’s pickup. Of course we don’t get to open them all, because Sherry zip me and Hee up into vinyl garment bags and leaves us hanging in Rhea’s closet until we eventually bust through the bottom. Upon finding us free Sherry promptly escorts us to the abandoned horse stalls where we remained locked up for the rest of the festivities.
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