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"Well, when in Rome," she said, and that was hoe ended up at the Christ Palace, three days before the holiday itself

At first glance, it looked like a sea of candles bobbing in a dark pool Tents, white tents, rows and rows of theht in a line, all topped with light-up stars and wound with garlands People were crowded around theiant frosted cookies It was silly, and char, and a little bit weird, and honestly, I loved Christ fierce, tonight, thinking of wrapping presents around the fireplace back at ho like she’d had a near-death experience and coht She was relieved, I realized Bone-crushingly relieved When, in our last case, she’d realized August wasn’t to bla

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"Have you had stollen?" she asked ht out of a Hall to the both of us The man answered, and she pulled a handful of euro coins out of her pocket

"What a?" I asked her as she handed me a slice of jewel-dotted bread

"Stollen," she repeated impatiently "Sort of like fruitcake, only it isn’t wretched Milo usually ships it hoht up next to the artificial tree"

Gingerly, I tried it It wasn’t bad at all

Cookies next, then mulled wine that sh the stalls, eating froloves covered in crumbs We’d stopped on the way so that Holmes could retrieve her jacket from Piquant, the restaurant we’d eaten at with Phillipa, and now she flipped the collar up to keep the snow off the back of her neck Then, with a self-conscious laugh, she reached over to do the sao down the back of your shirt," she said, her fingers brushing against my hair "Don’t want that"

I shivered

This side of theHandel over its speakers, but as ound over to the giant, light-up Ferris wheel, theabout sneakers, and then--

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