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Patrick answers Pete’s call and Pete says, “It’s Christmas Eve.”
“Yes. Merry Christmas.”
“It’s Christmas Eve,” Pete repeats urgently. “I didn’t buy any gifts!”
“Christmas snuck up on you, huh?”
“There was always tomorrow to go shopping.”
“Except tomorrow is now Christmas Day.”
“Motherfucker,” says Pete feelingly.
“I am not going shopping with you,” Patrick warns him. “The stores will be a mess. My shopping is done, my presents are wrapped, I’m going to make some hot cocoa and relax.”
“Patrick. That’s the most fucking boring thing I’ve ever heard. Come keep me company.”
Patrick sighs because…he agrees. Fuck. “Fine.”
Patrick answers Pete’s call and Pete says, “It’s Christmas Eve.”
“Yes. Merry Christmas.”
“It’s Christmas Eve,” Pete repeats urgently. “I didn’t buy any gifts!”
“Christmas snuck up on you, huh?”
“There was always tomorrow to go shopping.”
“Except tomorrow is now Christmas Day.”
“Motherfucker,” says Pete feelingly.
“I am not going shopping with you,” Patrick warns him. “The stores will be a mess. My shopping is done, my presents are wrapped, I’m going to make some hot cocoa and relax.”
“Patrick. That’s the most fucking boring thing I’ve ever heard. Come keep me company.”
Patrick sighs because…he agrees. Fuck. “Fine.”
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Date: 2025-12-19 05:09 pm (UTC)