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The last memory that came was so mortifying Jennie resolved to not remember anything else. It wasn't even the fact that it ended with her chundering in the pub toilets, but what had led her there: spotting a spring of mistletoe across the pub, pinned to the beamed ceiling.
Jennie cringed as the lightbulb moment popped into her head as suddenly and clearly as it had the night before. Perfect, she remembered thinking elatedly. An excuse to kiss Lisa with no ramifications. What a brilliant Christmas tradition. What a fantastic, foolproof plan.
©️ story not mine, this is an adaptation. credits to the original author of this story.