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ayumidahDaniel grimaces as Brant and Brendan lean over him, worried looks on their faces. One stupid, pathetic accident while ice skating and he's reduced to this. He hisses and sits up, shifting his injured leg slowly. "Boys, you're my only hope," he says. "Every year, I send my grandmama a Christmas card, but I'm not exactly going anywhere with my leg like this. Please... please..."
The twins exchange glances before Brendan nods, taking the card from him. "Of course, Daniel. We'll mail it out for you."
"Thank you," Daniel breathes out, flopping back against the couch. "She's so delicate, not receiving a card from me could..."
As he rambles on, the boys leave, exchanging small smiles as they walk to the car. "He's always so dramatic."
The twins exchange glances before Brendan nods, taking the card from him. "Of course, Daniel. We'll mail it out for you."
"Thank you," Daniel breathes out, flopping back against the couch. "She's so delicate, not receiving a card from me could..."
As he rambles on, the boys leave, exchanging small smiles as they walk to the car. "He's always so dramatic."
