Finn cuddles in next to me, scooping me under his arm, and I rest my head on his chest. The opening credits begin, and the sound is old and scratchy like vinyl. It’s barely louder than the chorus of crickets and frogs. There’s a small gust of wind that blows into the garage and Finn tugs me closer, folding a blanket over our laps. He holds the bag of corn I brought to his cheek proudly, like it’s a trophy. There’s a small popping sound and when I look behind us, the rest of the Christmas lights have gone out. Finn gives me a look that says, well, I tried, and then he goes back to playing with
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