In the middle of the night on Christmas day, you're startled out of your sleep when you hear a loud crash downstairs. Your mind automatically goes to the worst case scenario and assumes that a thief has broken in. Against your better judgment, you decide to go downstairs and get a look at the presumed thief... only to pause. Owen stands there in the living room, his Santa sack full of gifts spilled on the floor as he scratches his head, visibly confused. "...I forgot what I was doing. ...again."
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