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Chapter 47
Dak didn’t bring her coffee or lunch on Friday. He didn’t text her or stop by to see if she needed help with any boxes. Ellie let her mope for the most part, not saying anything about it, only patting her on the back on occasion or stroking her hair. Memory couldn’t blame him for giving up. Every time he’d tried to let her know he was interested in getting to know her better, she’d slammed the door in his face. She’d spent half the night lying in bed trying to figure out exactly why that was. Even if she didn’t agree with what she thought he might be planning to do with a house in her town, did that make him a bad person? Of course not. So what was she afraid of?
“You know,” Ellie said at half-past four, “sometimes letting things out through our own mouths can trigger something in our brains we haven’t considered before.” She was straightening a shelf while Memory dusted the counter.
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The mayor’s secretary, Barbara, a woman with poofy blonde hair and glasses that took up half of her face, stood beside him holding a large burlap sack. As people stepped over to her, she opened it wide, her smile mirroring the bag.“Ready?” Dak asked, his hand still on Memory’s arm.“I was born ready,” she muttered. Dak laughed loud enough that a few people turned and looked at them, and Memory hid her proud smile at cracking him up as she headed for the bag.“Purple!” Kirsten shouted, holding her buff up and looking around. A few of the other purple players congratulated her on joining their team. Memory noted a lot of the purple team were men. Tall, strong men who probably ran at least five miles a day. Lorelei drew purple, too, but Maison came up with a red buff. Kirsten laughed and pointed at her husband. “I’m going to smash you in the face with a snowball
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Talking and skating was hard at first, but after Memory made it around the lake once, she felt fairly sure that she wasn’t about to fall and bust her backside. Dak carefully let go of her arm for a second so that he could turn around the other way, and she was relieved when she could latch on to him again. By then, more people were arriving, and even though the area of the lake roped off for skating was fairly large, it would be more difficult to navigate with extra people sailing by. Dak was good at steering around obstacles though, so Memory decided to try to relax and let him take charge.“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Dak said, watching where they were going and avoiding areas of congestion. “Why is the town called Christmas Falls?”“What do you mean?” Memory asked, praying she could talk and skate at the same time.“Well, there’s no river, no falls. Why Chri
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