Chelsea twisted open the top of her flask, lifting it up to her lips. There was something about a hot drink on a crisp Fallbrook night like tonight that felt so right. Christmas time in Fallbrook was weird too, it was the only time of year that the town had a prettier view than the moon rising over the ocean. Her head had turned back to look at all the lights and Christmas cheer that filled the streets behind them. “Christmas is such a weird time. People are fucking nuts about it. It’s like, everyone is on drugs for like a month and half and then it’s just blah winter for two months as they come down.”
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