Chapter 19
Graham
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“YOU’VE GOT TO be kidding,” I said when Raptor handed me an elf costume to wear. It was a green and red tunic with a jester hat and white tights. “I mean, dressing up as Santa is one thing, but now this? I’m going to look like a damn fool.”
“Where’s your Christmas spirit?” he asked, looking so amused I wanted to punch him in the face.
“What little I have is dying as we speak. Do I really have to do this?”
“Don’t be a f*****g p***y. Cleaner is out there right now, wearing one of these costumes and handing out flyers. He made no complaints.”
“That’s because he’s going to be snowmobiling soon,” I said. “While I’m stuck playing Frosty, the Gay Elf.”
Raptor snorted. “Frosty was a Snowman. Not an elf. You should stop by later and watch some of the old Christmas
