Tiree
It was July. Sam could take it no longer - a stealthy operation in the dead of night saw the removal of the Christmas decorations from next door for the first time in nearly a decade.
"I feel frazzled."
"Is that a legitimate reason not to be helping right now?"
"...Yeah."
"You got out of bed about 2 hours ago."
"It's been a long day, you know. Breakfast, and watching the garden n' all."
I don't like earrings. I never bloody like earrings. What am I, a Christmas tree? I on't want to hang things off myself. Still, it's a valentine's present at all. Again. I could really do with a new set of allen keys.
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