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Thief
James was right. The following morning, after waking up early to begin work on the plan that had been buzzing in her head since the evening before, Jessica found she could barely get out of bed. After the morning’s struggles on the ski slope and the afternoon spent stringing fairy lights around the skating lake, she could barely lift her arms above her head. Feeling groggy, as though she’d been on the sauce the night before rather than hitting the sack just before ten, she stumbled down to the dining hall to get some breakfast.
This morning’s menu included Scandinavian Christmas waffles, and an Italian winter soufflé. Jessica, ravenous, devoured a huge plateful, even though the sheer effort of getting her fork up to her mouth had her breaking out with a sweat across her back. U
