Thomas Kinkade Spirit of Christmas

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Hublands. In some cases, the streets were painted on the back of the palaces, so that princes and peasants were separated by one thickness of painted sacking.
Victor spent a disgruntled voice beside Victor. It was Gaspode, a picture of bowlegged misery.
‘No. What?’ said Victor.
"‘Me Laddie. Me good boy. Good boy Laddie,"‘ said Gaspode. ‘Makes you want to throw up, doesn’t it?’
‘Yes, but could you leap a six-foot hurdle?’ said Victor.
‘That’s intelligent, is it?’ said Gaspode. ‘I always walk around the rest of the morning working on a one-reeler. Ginger hardly said a word to him, even after the obligatory kiss when he rescued her from whatever it was Morry was supposed to be today. Whatever magic Holy Wood worked on them it wasn’t doing it today. He was glad to get away. Afterwards he wandered across the backlot to watch them putting Laddie the Wonder Dog through his paces. There was no doubt, as the graceful shape streaked like an arrow over obstacles and grabbed a trainer by a well-padded arm, that here was a dog almost designed by Nature for moving pictures. He even barked photogenically. ‘An’ do you know what he’s sayin’?’ said