Laaaast Christmas I gave you my heart...
“Google, shut it! It’s too fucking early for that shit.” Dahlia glared at her car display. She’d had a trying day at work, and their receptionist Nora topped it off by decorating her desk with an illuminated reindeer. In early November! Around Christmas, it would be overflowing with kitsch. Le sigh.
You have a new message from Abbie.
“Google, read the message.”
Abbie said, “Hey, baby. I’m going to be late. Evie asked me to come by.”