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This whole thing was very cute and I got some good new lore. Really easy read and I just love returning to them.
However I do wish we actually got to see a Christmas morning or maybe Xander birthday, wouldve loved to have seen that. Maybe in future books…

That one was sweet

Tomorrows ChristmasDay. Xander's birthday. I dont want to bring any dark and foreboding moods into it, even if I feel like Im trying to hold on to frayed string. Its hard being excited about the future when the future seems so undetermined. Unknown. Only thing I know it sucks being the youngest.
It sucks watching my siblings leave.
It sucks feeling like you're cursed.
The only Christmas miracle I have are my
friends.

"Everyone leaves, and...and I think I'm destined to be a witness to death, someone I know is going to die again, I know it." My voice cracks. Oh my, ugh. This was not supposed to happen!

"It's just...all my siblings and mom have nearly died." Xander...Moffy in a car crash….Mom attacked..Luna kidnapped.."And I'm cursed to stand by while it happens. That's all."

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“I frown at her. Some people count down to eighteen as though the gates into adulthood have opened, but Winona is dreading it. At eighteen, the media can say whatever they want about us.”

A very merry girl squad Christmas:

Loved this part, loved Eliot! It was great

"He reminds me of you, willing to go down with any metaphorical ship if it means he's protecting the people he loves. The problem is...he loves far too many people."
"It's not a bad thing," I assure him. "Would you rather him love no one?"
"I'd rather him love few and strong. But that's between you and me."

“Ugh. He's too much like his father for his own good. Though I'm sure Connor could say the same about me and Eliot's flair for dramatics.”

“Eliot Alice Cobalt. He might be 21 now, but he's still the son who will crash a car, walk away like it'd been intended-like it's all part of some master plan, and then he'll sleep in misery. Broken bones, bruised soul—he's the son who won't tell me when he's truly hurt. He'll laugh like pain can't touch him. It's just an adversary he's made friends with.”