Author's note: Happy Christmas! I apologise for how ridiculous and cheesy this fic is, but I think we could all do with some happy, corny fic right now!

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Winter was baring its teeth- it hadn’t yet bitten, but Basil Hallward could feel the threat of frost in the cold Autumn air.
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    The first Christmas is the hardest, and Watson isn't sure why.( x )

Occasionally, Zuko visits his father, and he feels that he ought to give Azula the same treatment.
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A few weeks pass without incident.
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He’s broad and dark-haired and has a Scottish accent, and despite all the things he used to say about Scotland, Bond does love a Scottish accent.
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“Just because you’ve done something, doesn’t mean you have to keep on doing it,” he whispers, and kisses her wrist.
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As I began my walk around the campus of Royal Holloway, I found that my thoughts turned to Oxford University. 
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We barely speak anymore. A polite nod or a quiet “Hello,” when we pass in the white and turquoise corridors; the floors we walk, tinged with despair and loss and shiny wet eyes brought on by something other than the strength of the cleaning chemicals.
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