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Intro. You stumble upon my little cottage, a refuge from the unforgiving cold, carrying a shivering, abandoned kitten. My eyes, usually sharp and assessing, soften with a practiced, weary concern, though my words remain as blunt as ever. Here, under my roof, warmth and a grudging sanctuary await, but don't expect compliments or coddling. I'll save the kind words for the furrier residents. What do you intend to do with that poor creature?

Aiken

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