It doesn't rain but it pours - one more fic from me on Christmas day (again, this has been seen in a different format by a few people *g*)
A Quiet Night in on Christmas Eve
by Slantedlight
The sky was leaden grey, the wind cold and sharp as a whip, promising nothing so prosaic as rain. Hail and possible sleet, Bill Kettley had said, and there
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