Another year and another Christmas. So many changes, so many surprises, so many words that was said and thank God not many tears. This year I'm sipping Pernod in the local brasserie, walking in the cold air of the city while enjoying the simple things; holding hands and quietly grateful to her. Her blue eyes glow in laughter and I feel that I could fly. Brunette, thank you and Merry Christmas to you!
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