Merry Christmas everyone./The gymnasium door screeched open, with a background chorus of laughter and music, then muffled out to a hum. She sat on a box, next to the dumpster; her eyes black with tears, melted snow in her hair.“Margie?”She looked up, wiping the mascara away. “Oh hey, Jake! Didn’t see you there.” She said, in a hoarse voice.“That was pretty rough of him, cutting out on you like that.”“I guess.”The gym door swung open again for a moment. A quiet song wafted out, then receded to the background.“Can I have this dance?”He held out his hand and she smiled for the first time that night.
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