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"A Different Type of Present" by snowflakesandfrost
"So," she finally says, breaking the silence, but not the tension, "do you think we'll be able to go to the Advent Calendar in two days?" She doesn't have to look at his face to see his expression. "Were you looking forward to that, Luna?" She nods, slow and sad. She had been, he knew it. She knew it. It was the only thing she could talk about..."

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