"Coop." Corry holds out her mug of cider in toast, selectively blocking out the bottle of Grey Goose from her mind. "Coop, with a shirt. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas."
"You know, Will thinks we should coordinate Christmas lights with the neighbors. If he says anything... don't say I didn't warn you.."
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"You know, Will thinks we should coordinate Christmas lights with the neighbors. If he says anything... don't say I didn't warn you.."