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Psychics can be so deceitful, but this is something else. Rachel had tricked one of her friends into faking a conversation near the door frame as I approached. She broke off from the conversation and walked slow enough that we crossed paths directly under the door. She had used her powers to bend light around the mistletoe.
She stopped dead in her tracks and pointed up.
“Mistletoe, seriously?” I said.
“Well if you don’t wan --” I leaned in and kissed her. It was passionate enough to get stares, but not at us.
“What the hell?” bellowed two sets of parents.