O Tannenbaum
by Lokei
PG, not mine, yadda yadda, Happy Holidays!
“So how exactly were you planning to get this thing back to the Baxter, Reed?”
Reed thought there was an unfair amount of amusement in Johnny’s voice. “You didn’t have to come along, you know,” he grumbled, looking at the fourteen foot blue spruce now propped up against the brushed
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