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But in the end, she made it safely after gathering all her courage. “I felt really bad while I was in the taxi,” Hazel answered honestly. “You should have called me.” “You must have been having fun. I didn't want to disturb you.” Suddenly, the sound of many people laughing echoed from behind Alexander's house. Their laughter drowned out the music playing around them, causing everyone to rush over to see what was happening. “It's your fault for having your birthday on New Year's Eve.” Some of the people Hazel recognized were James's employees. “I'll get sick if you throw me in the pool!” protested the man whose friends were teasing him because it was his birthday.

Kyle, with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, said, "Mom, do you have any funny stories from your school days?" Valerie, reminiscing, chuckled, "Oh, plenty! One time, my friends and I tried to organize a surprise birthday party for our teacher, but she accidentally found out and pretended to be surprised. We were so caught off guard!" The kids, captivated by the story, burst into laughter. Kelly teased, "Mom, you were a mischievous one too!" Valerie, joining in the laughter, added, "Well, life is full of little adventures and surprises. Those moments make the best stories, don't they?"

He looked at her, smiled, and said loudly, "Happy New Year." A firework burst outside, and the loud explosion drowned out his voice. A hint of puzzlement flashed in Candice's eyes. She turned back and asked Hanley, "What did you just say?" Besides "Happy New Year," she had clearly seen Hanley say something else, but she hadn’t caught it. Hanley was also taken aback. He looked up at the sky, opened his mouth slightly, and then chuckled. When he looked back, his eyes were filled with laughter. "It's nothing. I just wished you a happy new year, peace and safety, as well as for things to go your way in the upcoming year."

My case was just another sorry case of bad Luck. I chuckled out loud at the thought. I didn’t need to catch myself on this one. I wouldn’t even know what to say if he asked me what was funny. “I know right…” he deeply sighed, “It is stupidly intense, I wish we would finally just dump some silly traditions because they do nothing for us, I can’t lie.” “That I agree—” I caught myself on the tongue. I must still be tripping or something because I could swear I saw an image of Cynthia glaring at me right in my face.

"Hey I want gift too... This year I am going to have fun..." "Yes, this is our first Christmas and I'll make it special... Better than you have had with your family..." Those words slipped from my mouth and i instantly regretted. Fuck!

I’m not sure how anything is supposed to feel better than this, how I could ever be expected to settle for less. "Merry Christmas, baby," "Merry Christmas," we utter at the same time and laugh.

I always advice her to put on a waterproof lipstick, or anti-smudge, or whatever they call it. “It is superb! This is, like, the best birthday of my life. Ever!” Her friends are laughing beside her, screaming with her. But I can’t understand what they are saying anymore. They are just too drunk. Laughing, I said, “You always say that every year on our birthdays. Don’t you have anything more to say? Something more fun?”

“I’ll find something, okay? Let’s just chill outta here!” “We all are chill. It’s winter, remember?” Unfortunately, I was the only one who found my joke funny.

SLOANE I woke up on December 28th with a kids’ menu pinned to my fridge and the distinct feeling I had lost my mind. The crayon looked even more ridiculous in daylight. THE HOLIDATE PACT in Jackson’s careful block letters. Twelve holidays. Three-second kiss maximum. No feelings. No exceptions. Our signatures at the bottom, like we’d just bought a house, instead of agreeing to a year-long performance. I stared at it while the coffee brewed, waiting for the panic to hit.

Julia sits down across from me, her voice sincere. "What is it?" I ask, genuinely curious. "Fuck them, get drunk." Julia holds up a single finger for each word. We break out into laughter. "I think that's a motivational quote I need posted in my office." I snort. "Agreed.," Julia says. She checks her watch. "I think you're officially off the clock, my friend. You'll survive this weekend, I promise." I stand up and press my hands together. "Pray for me?" I say, pressing my hands together.