Well friends, this is my last post for this years Christmas Party. Please join me for the annual TRS New Years Eve Party. I want to thank everyone who participated and for all the viewers. Until next time, thank you and goodnight. 

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Once they reached the front door, Caroline realized she did not have her house key. She searched frantically but to no avail. The key was inside the locked house. “Oh damn it,” she yelled before kicking the door. “I grabbed the wrong set of keys.”

She then tried opening the window next to the door, but it was locked from the inside. “Damn it. Now what do I do?” As soon as those words left Caroline’s lush lips, ‘zap’. They were inside the house.

Confused at what just happened, Caroline stared at her unusual guest. “How did you do that?”

“I’m a Genie. I’m your Genie”. Moto said proudly.

Backing up, Caroline transformed into defense mode. She prepared herself for the worst. Would this moment become another knock down and bare knuckles fight, like she had with that psycho bitch Sheila Weiland two years earlier? Moto appeared to be nothing like Sheila, thought Caroline. Moto was just…just…a Genie.  Then it was lights out, as Caroline felt herself going limp. The alcohol, the argument with Walker, and now the realization that magic exists, was overwhelming.

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