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The Gift



She planted a tender kiss on his forehead and looked around furtively before placing the bundle at the steps.   

She hoped he’d be well looked after.  

The door was answered by a little girl.

She squealed in delight at the cute puppy. The card read, “Merry Christmas. Hope you like the gift. Love, secret Santa”

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My take for the 55 word fiction theme 'that tender kiss...' for marathon bloggers. This is a week long attempt at 55-ers.
 

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