"when writing a novel, a writer should create living people; people not characters. a character is a caricature."
-- ernest hemingway

 

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How did red and green become the standard Christmas colors and why does my Aunt insist on sending me a sweater of these colors every year?”

"I don’t know you, I don’t know you, I don’t know you."

”[He shouts loudly.] God, look at my girlfriend! Right here! Standing here with me, the one in the sweater, ain’t she purrrrrrrrrrrty?!”

"I’m sorry, who are you? I … I was told not to talk to strangers. [She turns to walk away— fast.]”

"Where’s your holiday spirit?!"

”[She continues walking away, calling over her shoulder.] I must have left it at home!”

”[He casually follows behind her, loudly breaking into song.] Just hear those sleigh bells jinglin’, ring ting tinglin’ too! Guitar solo!”

”[It takes all she has to try and ignore him, but the guitar solo definitely pushes her over the edge.] What can I do to make you stop this madness? [She stops in her tracks, but doesn’t turn around. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction.]”

"That solution should be obvious! Kiss me."

”[She turns around slowly, folding her arms across her chest.] And what makes you think I’m going to do that?”

"Because I just did an air guitar solo to Sleigh Ride. I deserve a kiss for that."

"You win. It’s true, you deserve a kiss— just one.”