Christmas Day…
“I want to talk about it, but I don’t want to talk about it,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
It’s Christmas, I shouldn’t be feeling this shitty during Christmas.
It’s Christmas, and while I’m not an elf of Christmas past like Max is, who lives and breathes eggnog since November first and all things reindeer, I do like Christmas because it means I get to hang out with my family, even if it feels a little strained this year, a little bit different.
Brody Kane has walked back into our lives, and Amber’s smitten all over again and it’s kinda cute watching her struggle futilely against her feelings while I’m the one drowning in misery.
It’s plain to see that Amber and Brody are perfect for each other—she doesn’t let him get away with his s**t, and he doesn’t stand for her
