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having just watched the history boys

And sitting on my white chair, the glow of the Christmas tree behind me spouting over the edges of my vision, I looked over to the side and saw Grenye and Fletcher kiss. They were standing in the doorframe of the kitchen, silver bows I'd tied out of strips of tulle and strung up for Christmas framing their heads. Behind them, I could see a V of Kelly's back folded into the dark green silk dress she wears when we all make dinner together. Her spine twisted gently, half a beat out of time with the Norah Jones song playing, as she moved slivers of onion around in a pan on the stove. I felt as though the utter randomness of things had just walked in and caressed my cheek.