“Hi, Saint.” I beam as his velvet-soft nose pushes into my hand. “Oh my god,” I whisper in a strangled voice. “So soft.” As the donkey bumps against my palm, licking it, I laugh in delight. “He likes me!” Being accepted by a donkey might be the usual to someone like Finn, but it makes tears prick my eyes. I probably look crazy, eyes glistening because I’m stroking a donkey dressed as a reindeer, but it makes warm joy pour into my heart. I think I get why the Grinch was amazed when he felt his heart grow three sizes. This feels just like that. Finn watches with a strange expression. Without the
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