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“That’s a hell of a lot to forgive, April.” “You don’t forgive someone just for them,” April told him. “You forgive to take away the hard spots in your own heart. You forgive for your own peace of mind.”
“Failure doesn’t have to define us,” Nessa said. “It can be the turning point in our lives that leads us to something better.”
“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, darlin’, but nobody on this earth is perfect.”
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“You’re a jerk.”
“You always say that.”
“That’s ‘cause it’s true.” Hunter grunted before pushing Abbie off him effectively flipping her onto the ground.
“Whatever. Why don’t you run on home and stick your head in one of those stupid books you always have with you?”
“How is that an insult?” Abbie crossed her arms over her chest. “You make it seem like reading is a bad thing. Maybe if you picked up a book every once in a while, you’d actually learn something.”
“If someone wrote a book holding the secret to a good relationship,
it’d be a bestseller,” I say.
“Well, books are one thing, practice is quite another.”
I smile at his words. “You can say that again.”
Honesty is the best policy, I try to remind myself, but the only people I’ve heard utter that nugget have been far from saints.
Turns out yoga’s a lot harder than it looks. The tree? More like the fucking limb-breaker. I’m shaking like a bowl of Jello, can’t seem to hold any kind of position for a few seconds, and as for downward dog, Amber has the last laugh there.
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The town clocked chimed. I turned to look over the ridge at the lights glistening in town. The twinkling looked like stars on the ground and a light dusting of snow felt like Christmas Magic falling over Main Street. It was magical.
I draw a deep breath, savoring the morning as I head to the window and drink in the sight. White. Everywhere I see white, and it’s magical.
She arches a skeptical brow. “You don’t really have an ugly Christmas sweater collection, do you?” “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. Maybe you need to tell me why you deserved coal in your stocking.” She scans the restaurant for spies, then cups her mouth and whispers, “I used to peek at my presents.”