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Mitchell was putting up the tree, thinking it might be nice to have something 'christmasie' in his house for when Diarmad got there. He stood back and looked at the real tree, the scent was nice but the random decorations on it were all out of place but it was far too late to fix them now. Diarmad would be here any moment. Mitchell shrugged, swigging on his beer before hearing the door.















