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“Home is the Place you can be yourself, after all.”
“It’s May, Caitlin, and while it might be Christmas year-round for you, it’s not at the coffee shop.” Caitlin’s bottom lip jutted out. “Whatever.” “So, I had to stop at the grocery store on the way over here to buy you your goddamn red and green sprinkles.” Colin thrust the drink at Caitlin. “You’re welcome.”
“Sure. They still live over in Woodinville where I grew up.” “Ah, Woodinville.” She nodded. “Nice place. Um, good wine.” “Oh, yeah. The wine really was the highlight of my childhood.”
“God, I hate you.” She didn’t. Not even a little bit. Not at all.
