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Thomas and Richard were nearly finished decorating Richard’s flat. The only thing missing was the star atop the tree.
Richard opened one of the few still-sealed boxes, revealing about fifteen Christmas stars.
“Blimey, why’ve you got so many?” Thomas asked, as Richard layed them out on the table.
“You know I love the stars. When shops are full of them at Christmas, do you really expect me not to buy an extra one – or two – each year?”
“I suppose not.”
Richard grinned.
“You can pick this year’s. But I may well come home tomorrow with another option for next year.”