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She’d never been too good at arranging her own decorations, she’d been too busy as of late to make any concrete plans on what she should put up and where. However, she knew a guy who had a flair for style and wondered if her old friend might lend a hand.
She rifled through the attic, humming pleasantly as she waited for the doorbell to ring to signal his arrival. She’d not seen him in so long (except across a long long table in a very boring meeting once or twice) and she was eager to catch up with his happenings and spend some time with him while they decorated her home.
The doorball rang and she raced down the steps and to the door, throwing it open with a big smile and tinsel tangled in her hair. “Francis! Boldog Karácsonyt! Come on in, you must be freezing!”