Dude!

You are pretty freaking gorgeous. I pulled out some Christmas books. The Dickens of course, and an old Mary Higgins Clarke Christmas story (every single one of her books is the exact same book written over and over and over and over again, someone will ignore someone else, someone else won’t remember some key thing, but have a vague sense that they are forgetting something, there’s two guys, the bad guy and the good guy who the heroine will get together with by the end).