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Ho, ho, ho". Santa boomed in a deep voice. "Merry Christmas, young lady."
"Merry Christmas." I frowned. "I don't think I've been good this year, Santa."
"No, ho, ho?"
I scuffed my shoe along the pavement and ducked my head to avoid this gaze. "I was a jerk to my boyfriend. Maybe I'm still just as insecure and controlling as ever."
Santa scratched at his beard and studied me with his dark brown eyes. "Maybe being willing to admit you were wrong and apologizing means you've grown more than you think." He paused, then added, "Ho ho ho."
"Do you think he'll forgive me me?" I asked.
Zac pulled the white beard and Santa hat off. "It is Christmas Eve. Miracles do happen.
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