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Christmas at the Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The A-frame was much bigger than I’d expected, tucked back from the road with twinkling lights beckoning us towards it through the massive windows. I can’t help but feel small and watched as we park. The driveway is filled with shiny, new looking cars that make my 2000 Jeep look particularly shabby in comparison. Jay gets out as soon as I put the car in park, halfway to the back before I can even comprehend his door has closed.
By Abby Jacobsenabout a year ago in Fiction