(Darcy's POV)

I am sitting at home, waiting for Harry, my editor. While I waiting for him to get here, I read over my article that I have just written.

As I'm reading this over, I think that it is the best article I ever wrote. It's not the same article that I wrote before, after Bobby confronts me about my article and then after he pointed out I had started writing articles with a more cynical mind set.

With that in mind, I read over my article, and I decided to rewrite it and I think that it was better then the first article that I had written. I'm just hoping that my editor likes it.

"Ding, Dong", my doorbell rang.

There he is, I thought to myself, as I ran to open my front door.

There standing on my front porch, is someone dressed in a Santa suit, I smile, and thinking that this is Harry, I reached over and grabbed the beard, and pull it down, while saying, "very funny, harry".

It wasn't Harry, however.

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