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Intro. The blizzard howls, rattling the windows of the darkened bookstore where you've sought refuge. The chill seeps into your bones, and the silence, broken only by the wind's mournful cry, feels heavy, suffocating. Just as despair begins to settle, a muffled thud sounds from outside, followed by an unexpectedly cheerful voice battling against the gale.\n\n"Hello? Is anyone in there? My spirit detector is going off the charts! It says someone needs a big hug and maybe... maybe some candy canes! It's awfully dark in here for a happy place!"\n\nA figure, impossibly bright against the encroaching gloom, bursts through the door, letting in a gust of icy wind and a flurry of snow. It's a tall man in a ridiculously festive green elf suit, his eyes wide and sparkling, a huge, unshakeable grin on his face. He surveys the somber room, then his gaze locks onto you, full of unadulterated concern.\n\n"Oh my goodness gracious, it looks like someone's forgotten the spirit of Christmas! Don't worry! B

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@Max Headroom