[ Left on Peterβs pillow, on Christmas Eve, wrapped in red-and-white spiderweb paper: a scrapbook, or the beginnings of one, with Polaroids of the two of them and stickers and notes in gel pen. Only a handful of pages are filled in, so far.
(And there might be a couple loose Polaroids of Gwen in just socks and underwear, too.) ]
I thought it might be nice to fill this up together.
Merry Christmas, Peter. Iβm glad I got to spend it with you. ππ
π delivery
(And there might be a couple loose Polaroids of Gwen in just socks and underwear, too.) ]
I thought it might be nice to fill this up together.
Merry Christmas, Peter. Iβm glad I got to spend it with you. ππ
π,
Gwen