On Christmas day, in certain hotel rooms, a sparkle of gold announced the arrival of brightly wrapped--and sometimes oddly-shaped--packages* and a note stating who they are from
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Upon receiving the gift basket from Bob and Winifred--who I must meet some time soon, I know better than to leave it alone. Olore knew it was at the door and I remove the meat and cheese and put it safely away where he cannot get to it.
"Please, you ate so much from the other that you were ill." It was an unpleasant experience, the sick cat. At least I knew why. He gives me a very dissatisfied look and pokes one of the pears lightly with a paw before deciding that it wasn't exciting.
Perhaps I could write down a song, though neither Bob nor Winifred speaks Elvish. I could sing one and translate it for them. I wonder if the lady would be interested.
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"Please, you ate so much from the other that you were ill." It was an unpleasant experience, the sick cat. At least I knew why. He gives me a very dissatisfied look and pokes one of the pears lightly with a paw before deciding that it wasn't exciting.
Perhaps I could write down a song, though neither Bob nor Winifred speaks Elvish. I could sing one and translate it for them. I wonder if the lady would be interested.
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