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19th August 3009
Jack pulled the aging coat from the cupboard, buried his face for a second. He could still hear his voice in his mind, that very first night.
I really like that coat.
Centuries had passed since he’d worn it.
Other items came off the shelf, trinkets saved from a too empty flat, so long ago now.
So many years, so many loved ones met and lost and grieved, but for one day a year, each would hold their place. This day would always belong to him.
“Happy Birthday, Ianto. I told you I’d never forget, didn’t I?”