The Stocking Stuffer: a Ghastly Christmas Meh-rathon

Gabriella, by her account, sat up straight at this point, trying to rationalize what she had witnessed. She fell into a trance, apparently, only to snap out of it when the man with the gift knocked politely on the desk in front of her. He carried the oversized box under one arm, a wheeled piece of luggage at his opposite side. With his free hand, he reached into the pocket of his coat and took out a keycard for his room, placing it on the desk. He would like to check out, he told her. Bill Zagnaret was his name. He was happy to find someone on duty this early, he said. Something within Gabriella willed her to lie, and she told him she had just come in.

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