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I sat together on our couch, both of us tired but satisfied in a way I hadn’t felt after a holiday in years.
“I have something for you,” Hudson said, reaching into his jacket pocket.
“It’s not Christmas yet,” I protested.
“It’s not a Christmas gift. It’s an apology gift and a promise gift.”
He handed me a small envelope. Inside was a round-trip ticket continue reading …
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