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Of Candy Canes and Fuzzy Handcuffs
Of Candy Canes and Fuzzy Handcuffs
Of Candy Canes and Fuzzy Handcuffs
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Of Candy Canes and Fuzzy Handcuffs

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A short story set in the "Spectacularly Broken" universe. Lysander reflects upon past Christmas seasons and fellates a candy cane. Jarett has allergies, Cai spanks his boyfriend, and Finn is banned from decorating.

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Release dateDec 23, 2015
ISBN9781310438585
Of Candy Canes and Fuzzy Handcuffs
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Sage C. Holloway

Sage C. Holloway is a parent, sex-positive feminist, pet store employee and resident fruitcake. Her childhood dream consisted of being a writer and an astronaut, and so far, she is about fifty percent there. She has one husband, who seems to be the only one capable of putting up with her on a regular basis, and one son, who bears a striking resemblance to the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. She is also owned by three cats, who do an excellent job of assisting her by lying on her manuscripts whenever they can tear themselves away from lording over the living room. Sage loves glitter and loathes Wisconsin winters. She is delighted when she meets people who share her strange sense of humor.

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    Of Candy Canes and Fuzzy Handcuffs - Sage C. Holloway

    Of Candy Canes and Fuzzy Handcuffs

    A Spectacularly Broken Christmas Short

    Warning: This short story contains major spoilers for the novel Spectacularly Broken by Sage C. Holloway

    Santa Barbara, California—Present Time

    The Great Christmas Tree Debate of the Twenty-Fourth of December raged across our dining-room table, showing no signs of settling down anytime soon.

    I’m allergic, Jarett said for the fifth time.

    Take your meds, was Finn’s petulant answer. It’s tradition. I want my tree.

    Nobody said you couldn’t have a fucking tree, Cai pointed out. I was pretty sure that if he scowled any harder, the lines would be etched permanently into his face.

    Goddamn it. You heard what I said.

    "I heard ‘I’ll walk across allergy-ridden corpses to get my way in this.’ That’s what I heard."

    "I said I don’t want a stupid fake tree," Finn growled.

    Well, I guess we can go looking for an intelligent fake tree—

    Stop being an idiot. I. Want. My. Tree.

    I put my face in my hands and sighed deeply as I backed away. Having my friends for roommates had sounded so good in theory, and for the most part it was, but it led far too easily to situations like this one.

    Is it even possible to get a real Christmas tree around here that doesn’t look half-dead? Jarett asked me with hope in his eyes, inching closer to me while my cousin and my boyfriend continued to snipe at each other. I mean, one that’s not ludicrously expensive? Back home we never had one.

    Oh, ludicrously expensive is totally par for the course. I shrugged. My dad gets four each year.

    Four? What does he need four Christmas trees for?

    "Don’t be

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