The cold wind howls against this wintery night. The beautiful wreaths adorn the street lamps with their festive cheer. Even with the nights icy chill, people mill about searching for the perfect gift. Not my master though, he's given me the most spectacular gift this evening. I can hear the warm crackle of the fireplace, feeling its soft caress against my bare skin. A delicate black
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