That day, twelve Flynn cousins hung from the rope swing, whooping and hollering until our parents came out to ask us “just what do you all think you are doing?!” I didn’t know the word for it then, but today I do. We were bonding.
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The Cost of Holiday Cheer | Blogmas 2017
“Santa is sorry, pet. He had an off day.” Lilith poked Madlyn’s nose. “Your Christmas will have everything you’ve ever asked for. Promise.”
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