On the eighth day of Christmas... - MJ

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On the eighth day of Christmas...

... the whole city is covered in snow, so you two sit by your biggest window, sipping on some warm tea, watching the big snowflakes fall onto the city.

... you grabbed two notepads, giving one to Max.

... both of you drew each other, handing the picture to the other in the end.

... he loved your drawing so much, that he framed it and put it on his wall.

... you went to bed really early, being tired from doing absolutely nothing.

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we're getting closer...

x

Brooke

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