Christmas had been an unusually quiet day with the rift deciding to stay put. Everyone else was home; well at least Gwen was while Ianto had decided to stay as he had some filing to do. Jack was in his office looking at old Torchwood photographs taken on Christmas day. The memories were all he had since he didn’t have any family here.
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Awe . . . siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
*g*
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Loved the drabble!
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I know that it can be a metaphor.
Thanks
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