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Christmas. Supposed to be a great time of year, if it weren’t for the fact your mum had requested for you to “please bring that boy you’re talking to over! I’d like to meet him!” Well fuck. You weren’t actually talking to anyone. But if there was one person you could trust to be responsible and respectful enough for Christmas to play along. It was him. Even if you might have to fight a bit to get him to agree.