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“Hey! What are you doi...”
“...”
“Jane, it’s just some carolers... keep sciencing.”
“Steve! Steve, wait!”
“Darce...”
“Did you mean it?”
“I meant every single word.”
“I don’t think you’re gonna have to wait for this time next year. I think you’re kind of perfect too. An ‘adorably awkward troll of epic proportions’ perfect, but that’s my perfect.”
“Darce, are you serious?”
“No. Not at all.”
“You’re my ‘ridiculously sarcastic and gorgeous dame' and that’s my perfect.”
“I know.”
“Happy holidays, Darce.”
“Happy holidays, indeed, Steven Grant.”