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rocking back and forth on converse cladded feet, val chuckled to herself. “i’d say the original significance makes sense. celebration of the birth of christ or whatever. lighting up the christmas tree and waiting for a jolly fat man in red to come down the chimney is where you sort of lose me, but i’ll play along.” the girl pursed her lips and her eyebrows furrowed in thought. “well in my family we have football playing pretty much all day. are you much of a sports fan ??”
Carter shrugged, what else could he do? He wasn't in the mood to have a debate about the veracity of Christmas. "I guess you are right," he said instead, before nodding at her next question. "Yes, I mean, sort of," he paused to think better of his answer. "I don't really watch football, but I do enjoy a good soccer game." He winced at that word 'soccer'. "I used to play tennis and that's the only sport I really follow. What about you?"
















