The Christmas Kettle Caper - Chapter 2
“And there was no way to argue. Especially when she took my flask from me. She knew it was a sure way to keep me sober.”
“Austin’s a lovely place to do Christmas shopping, isn’t it, Miss Pierson?” Pastor Lurton asked, sipping his coffee with a serene expression.
“I wouldn’t know, actually,” I admitted, peering over the …
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