Christmas Eve.

“I like it rough, come on!” The customer grabbed Sweet Alice and turned her onto her stomach. She felt his sweaty palms on her body, spreading her thighs.

She thought of her childhood, singing carols at her grandma’s, and listening to the Nativity Story. “Peace on earth…”

The man pushed, hard.

There had been an angel on top of the tree, glistening in the candle light.

“You’re worth it,” He breathed heavily against her back.

Lorie had always been her favorite doll.

“Done.” He scrambled off the bed.

A little peace on earth…Handsome Hutch, Starsky, where are you?

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