“It’s November thirtieth,”

More than a month away, and sufficiently distant from Christmas that two separate gifts would be required. Excellent! Except for one thing. Ava, apparently was anti gift!

“But you don’t have to get me anything. Really, you don’t.”

No protestations were allowed, apparently, because she was kissing him, and that, surely took precedence. They were quick, affectionate kisses, mere pecks, though none the less welcome for all of that. Still the question of giving Ava things was vexing.

“Honestly. Just erase that from you mind.”

“But but butbutbut…”

“There…now what were we talking about? Oh, right, how sweet you are.” She grinned.

“Well that’s jolly nice, of course. And I promise I won’t make a thingy… an issue of it, but… well… am I not allowed to want to give you things? I mean, small things, of course. Portable. Petite.” He held his fingers about a quarter of an inch apart. “Wee?” He tried.

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Not Getting Any Younger

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