She sat straighter. “You’d watch a holiday romance with me?” “Sure. Why not?” Her brows lowered. “They are extremely corny. That’s why I like them. The cornier, the better.” “I love a good elote,” I replied. Holly stared at me blankly after I said that. “It was a corn joke.” She shook her head. “It was bad. It would be best if you stuck to your grimacing. You’re a much better grimacer than a jokester.”
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