SWEET TALK by Lauran Strait Such a wasted morning afler Brad's idiotic email. How was she supposed to concentrate? Nonstop Christmas tunes polluted the air, and hideous strands of plastic garland doused in tacky, multi colored lights clung like skinny shrouds against every store window. I'm so sorry, Katiepoo. Forgive me? Kate grimaced. Was there no escape from this madness? Right there by an electric fireplace, awestruck mannequin children stared at a fake Christmas tree and dozens of holidaywrapped boxes. Plastic mom and dad held hands and smiled at their pretend kids. What a crock. Things like this existed for one reason only to trick and trap people into feeling things they'd regret. Can we kiss and make up? No games this time. I promise. TLW/24
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