Christmas Cupid Page #9

Sloane, thank you

for everything.

No, I should

be thanking you.

You gave me

a whole new life.

Well, goodbye.

Bye.

Excuse me.

I heard about the promotion

and I just wanted to say

there's no freaking way

I'm bringing you coffee.

Ever.

How about tea?

Deal.

I'm out of here.

Wait. You're leaving?

Where are you going?

To get a life.

Patrick.

Patrick, um...

I'm so sorry.

For what?

For everything.

For what I said

at the hospital,

for letting you leave the

restaurant when Andrew showed up,

for running away instead

of taking your ring

and becoming your wife.

How do you know

about that?

I... I just know.

Most of all, I'm sorry that

it has taken me until now

to realize

how I feel about you,

when, inside, I've

known it all along.

I'm not that horrible girl that

you saw at the restaurant,

at least, not anymore.

I'm me, the Sloane

you knew in college,

and I would love the chance

to reintroduce you to her.

She used to look

something like this.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe that you

kept this all these years.

Of course I did.

It's a present from

the man that I love.

Merry Christmas, babe.

Thank you.

Hey, Vivian.

Oh, my darling,

you look so good.

You look beautiful.

Haven't changed a bit.

I'm so glad

you're here.

Me, too.

- Get back over there.

- Get back over there.

You got her, now,

don't lose her.

I'm going, I'm going!

Did I ever tell you the story

about my three marriages?

My first husband, he was

tall, and I was in love.

My second husband, he was

short, but he was rich.

And my third husband,

well, who knows,

he might be under the

table right now.

Are you married?

Merry Ex-mas, Caitlin.

Merry Christmas,

everyone.

Merry Christmas.

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