Elia Fletcher

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Before I could fully enjoy the proximity, he was gone, but he extended a hand to me, which I accepted. “Looks like I’ve got some tree shopping to do.” He tugged me into his side as we walked through the garage toward my car. It was beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
Elia Fletcher
They’re holding hands 🥹
Christmas in Spite of You
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