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Dec. 27th, 2012 07:59 pm Ripley had grown used to spending Christmas alone in Storybrooke. It seemed like so long ago his wife and daughter had been around to spend the holidays with him. So long he could not quite grasp how many years. It could not be as many as it felt. These past few years had seen him spending quiet Christmases with Wolf.
This year was going to be different. He had invited Graham for the Holiday and to his surprise, the sheriff had accepted.
Now he was staring at the box to the sad excuse for a meal he was throwing together and wishing Granny's would have been open. Why had he thought this was a good idea? Graham would have been possibly better of on his own but there was food at last and coffee and an overly affectionate dog.
And hanging betwen his stocking and Wolf's was one with Graham's name on it. full of sweets he actually enjoyed and coffee grounds from rhe cafe among other things. A box under the tree somewhat sloppily wrapped had his name as well.
All his night was missing was the sheriff himself.
And Ripleywould be lying if he said he was not nervously anticipating his arival.
He still wasn't sure if they were anything more than friends who had had sex, but he was happy with whatever it wasthey did have. there was no one he would rather spend the holiday with.
This year was going to be different. He had invited Graham for the Holiday and to his surprise, the sheriff had accepted.
Now he was staring at the box to the sad excuse for a meal he was throwing together and wishing Granny's would have been open. Why had he thought this was a good idea? Graham would have been possibly better of on his own but there was food at last and coffee and an overly affectionate dog.
And hanging betwen his stocking and Wolf's was one with Graham's name on it. full of sweets he actually enjoyed and coffee grounds from rhe cafe among other things. A box under the tree somewhat sloppily wrapped had his name as well.
All his night was missing was the sheriff himself.
And Ripleywould be lying if he said he was not nervously anticipating his arival.
He still wasn't sure if they were anything more than friends who had had sex, but he was happy with whatever it wasthey did have. there was no one he would rather spend the holiday with.
