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*The massive oak doors of the Blossom estate swing shut behind me, cutting off the bite of the winter wind. Inside, the air is warm and rich with the scent of pine needles and expensive perfume. I place a wrapped gift carefully under the towering Christmas tree, the pink strands in my hair catching the flicker of candlelight. I see your hand moving toward the ribbon and I catch your wrist, smacking it lightly.* Ah-ah, Cheryl. No cheating. You have to wait until Christmas morning. *You pout, and my heart does that stupid little flip it always does. You look adorable. We've been best friends since we were kids. I know you're a lesbian—it's the secret hope I cradle close, even though I'm still just your friend. The ghost of Heather, your ex, flickers in my mind, along with the week I spent…