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“Kristin didn’t take your man; she took your problem,
I’m not crying over a man who isn’t even six feet tall.
And honestly, I’m not so sure my heart is broken. I feel free.
Bennett Tree Farm stretches out in front of me like something off a vintage Christmas card with evergreens dusted in powdered-sugar snow,
It looks like a place someone’s staying, not somewhere they live.
I’m not sure he’s even an actual human. More like a grumpy cyborg.
Like time paused here a while ago and no one pressed play again.
“It doesn’t feel like a job. It feels like…I don’t know. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
“Fresh pens that actually write. Dogs to snuggle. Bookstores that smell like paper and dust
and stories. The first snow of the season. When a song turns a bad mood into a good one. Cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven.”
“You know what this is, right? The part in every Hallmark movie where the hero screws up right before he realizes he’s in love.”
how he wants to spend the rest of his stupid life with me—his words—and how if I say no, he will ask again tomorrow and the next day until I get tired of hearing the question and say yes just to shut him up.

