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It's only three weeks until Christmas now. I stand idly on a hard wooden bench, watching as groups of people in puffy winter jackets and matching Christmas sweaters push past each other to get the best last-second Christmas present.

Cassie shakes her head in dismay. "It's stupid really."

"What is?" I ask quietly.

"This. Them. Wasting money on people who, in the end, don't matter anyways." I nod, staring blankly at an unbroken family with two little girls. They're wearing little Ugg boots and velvety dresses. Like I did so long ago.

"You don't want that," Cassie whispers into my ear. "They're weak. You, at least, got to experience the real world before everyone else. Innocence. Happiness. Trust. Friendship. They're all lies, darling, and we both know that."

A tear slides down my face, slowly. I don't bother to wipe it away. She's already seen it.

"It's okay, darling. You'll always have me."

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