December Seventeenth, Luke

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Emmy decided to take me shopping today. She was in the driver's seat when we were interrupted.

"Hey guys!"

You know, I'm noticing a trend: Claire has a way of always knowing when someone is leaving. And she has no running mouse to tell her.

Claire stood near the Laytonmobile. "Where are you headed?"

"We're going shopping for the Secret Santa thing. Want to come?" Emmy explained. I knew Emmy didn't have Claire, but I hoped Claire didn't have one of us. That would spoil the surprise.

"Sure!" Claire grinned. She opened the back door and hopped into a seat.

"Who did you get?" I asked.

"Faith. Any ideas?" Claire replied.

"Sorry," Emmy frowned. "Luke?"

"Not sure. She likes music though. Foliis told me she likes drawing and is actually pretty good," I said.

"Headphones, then," Claire said. We were pulling into a store parking lot. "And you said she could draw. How does she do that?"

"Foliis said her paper is gridded with different textures, and she draws by feeling her way through them," I explained. "Sounds cool, right?"

We walked into the store. "Got that right," Emmy told me.

From there, Claire and I split away from Emmy. She was heading to buy that apple sculpture. You could find them pretty much everywhere this time of year. Claire found some white and light blue headphones and I got a brainteasers book pretty quickly. I got the biggest one I could find, knowing the Professor would go through a small one in less that an hour.

We met of with Emmy and payed for our stuff. With every passing day, I was getting more excited about Christmas.

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