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December walks in.  Cloak billowing around her, she struts through the door, swinging it shut behind her and you swear to god, the world has never gone quiet like this before. A dark burgundy smile quirks up to greet you, midnight blue nails wave hello and the fairylight sparkle in her eyes is one you’ve always known. She smells like vanilla and feels like the warmth whiskey leaves behind. Her tinkling laughter trails goosebumps down your spine. And when she slams her mug down and roars, “Another!” you think to yourself, “My god, I’ve never met anyone quite like her.” She sits at the bar counter with you, one leg atop the other, hands moving, hair swaying, eyes dancing, as she reminds you of the other Decembers. You laugh, you smile, you reminicsience and relive the stories together. You changed and she changed along with you, both inevitable and irreversible. She holds your hand and you smile at her. The smile only a rare few see and a choice few hold close. She folds you into her...