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Christmas was nothing short of miraculous. I think having almost left Brunswick Bay Harbor made me appreciate its small-town charm even more than I usually would. Nearly everyone in town gathered to drink hot cocoa and sing carols as the large balsam fir tree in the center of the town square was lit with twinkling white lights.
When Dani began belting out an off-key version of “Silent Night,” Molly angled a glare in her direction and told her not to quit her day job. While it might seem to an outsider like that wasn’t a good sign, I knew that dig meant that she had accepted Dani into the folds of our family, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
Rather than being offended by Molly’s not-so-gentle ribbing, Dani began singing at the top of her lungs. God, I loved that woman.
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