Full-blooded nights of twelve or thirteen hours are one of my favourite Christmas traditions, spent having you all to myself, collecting the years I didn’t know you greedily together in one room of deep reds. We watch rubbish movies as you pull my cardigan close around yourself; it swallows you up. I don’t love you. …
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