Chapter 13
Graham
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AFTER MY TALK with Raptor and Tank, I was grumpier than s**t. They’d basically put a kibosh on my relaxing, fun-filled weekend. Instead of snowmobiling, I would spend the next few days wearing a red suit and a white beard. If that wasn’t bad enough, I’d have to pretend to be jolly for the kids, which was going to drive me to drink. I had a feeling as to why Santa’s eyes were always twinkling. He was half-in-the-bag most of the time.
I knew dressing up and playing him was for a good cause and everything, but I was not the right guy for the job. Hell, I wasn’t even looking forward to Christmas. I hadn’t even put up a goddamn tree, wanting the season to be over as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything I could do about it unless I wanted to tu
