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... looking like Christmas.
Correction — our apartment.
At least, that’s what Val called it after she declared I didn’t have "the aesthetic coordination or emotional sensitivity required to handle something as sacred as Christmas décor."
Which is why, for the last few hours, I’d mostly stood back as she took full control, orchestrating the living room like a battlefield general armed with tinsel and fairy lights.
The tree came first — a real one, of course. Val would ...
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