Remus rolled over and felt the crunch of paper beneath him; the crunch of wrapping paper to be more precise. He let out a sigh, taking in the untidy mass of left over wrapping papers and piles of presents, a rush of warmth flooding through him at the memories of yesterday and how utterly perfect it had been. The gentle murmur of the man beside him
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