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134 pages, Paperback
First published November 27, 2015












“Mistletoe is a plant. You hang it from the doorway—“ “Because it smells good?” he prompts. “Well, no, it doesn’t smell like anything.” “It… tastes good? And you hang it to remind yourself?” “Actually I think it’s poison.” He frowns. “This sounds foolish to me.” “It’s what it represents,” I tell him, slapping the cloth against his chest with a bit more irritation. “It’s about showing your woman that you care for her.” “By poisoning her?”
I need to talk to him and get everything out in the open. He’s not a bad man. I know he’s not. He’s just high-strung and overbearing, and I’m such a wuss that I’m the last person he should be with.
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I feel a pang of sadness. It’s clear that he’s lonely and unhappy, but I can’t be what he needs.