On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, unnecessary stress.
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As Arthur had stolen his Christmas present before he’d had a chance to give it to him, Merlin found himself experiencing the pain of Christmas shopping. Again. He’d managed to convince Arthur that he was shopping for food, and he really didn’t need to come with him.
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Your comment = <3
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Please repost the last part of your fic any time after 5:57PM, Dec. 23 (the timestamp of your deleted post said it was only 11:38 am, Dec. 23).
Thanks for your time.
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*Is ignorant and knows nothing*
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I hope that link helps explain it. Hee!
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I /think/ that's done it... ^^'
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