December Tenth, Emmy

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I peered around the corner into Claire's room. She was reading a book on her bed.

"Claire?" I asked.

"Oh! Emmy! I didn't see you there!" Claire said in shock.

"Well, I have a question. Who did you get for the Secret Santa?" I questioned.

"Faith. You?" Claire replied.

"Flora. Luke gave me a pretty good idea. And I actually was wondering what you would do if you got the Professor," I replied.

Claire paused. "I don't know. We were in love a long time ago, but I don't think he has time for romance now that he's a professor at the university."

GOSH.

I HEAR NOTHING BUT FOOLS IN LOVE.

"You should still go talk to him." I tried so hard not to slip that I was playing match maker.

Claire shrugged. "Maybe." She sounded doubtful, almost uneasy and nervous.

GOSH JUST GO TALK TO HIM.

GOSH JUST GO TALK TO HER.

THAT WOULD SOLVE ALL OF OUR ROMANTIC ISSUES.

I looked at Claire. "What if I go with you tomorrow? You know for support?"

She nodded. "Sounds good."

OOOOOH TIME FOR SOME FUN.

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