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Though why I was worried about how I looked around someone I disliked so entirely was beyond me. I guess it went back to that dread we all hold in our hearts about running into that Mean Girl from high school on the one day when we left the house in sweats with our hair in a messy bun and a completely naked face. We always wanted to look our best around the people we liked the least. It was a self-preservation thing.
When it came to Trip, I was inclined to believe he was kept warm by the hellfire lapping at his feet.
Then again, death was an equal opportunity bastard, stealing the young and the old alike.
Thanksgiving was simply a day for togetherness and food and the gratefulness that you could have both of those things.
Burying feelings never, ever, lead anywhere constructive.
"I didn't make you feel anything. You chose that. You can't blame someone else for your reactions to what they may say."
