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Christmas, Christmas, Christmas. The spirit of HC, usually hanging above us all like a pathos-ridden storm cloud, now flutters above us like a drunkenly-meditative snow flurry. Written entirely while commuting -where's my medal, c-?
Rated: T - English - Western/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 23,475 - Published: 12-4-11 - Complete