“Ah, come on, Joe,” she pushed. “Everyone has a favorite Christmas song.” Not me. I preferred silence. I shrugged. “This one, I suppose.” “Good.” She nodded her approval. “It reminds me of you.” “Wow,” I deadpanned. “Which part?” “All of it,” she teased, tossing a chip at my face. “From now on, this will be our song.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Oh, yeah, because we really need a song.” “Well, it is Christmas Eve, babe,” she joked, and then went right into a piss-poor rendition of the first verse of the song before choking out a laugh. “See, it’s perfect for us.” “There’s only one small
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