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Matching Christmas pajamas had been something both Alicia and Diane missed when they were single. Now, Alicia tucked tightly into her side, sleepy and slightly more crumpled than usual, Diane can’t help delighting in the soft satin pajamas. Alicia, she thinks, looks like a Christmas angel. The two of them had walked through hell together but you would never know it now, not with how happily Diane strokes Alicia’s hair and enjoys the sleepy murmur it brings. Peace and quiet washes over them both and Diane relaxes at last, finally free to enjoy the closeness of the woman she loved so intensely.