It was a cold night, yet oddly warm in the home of the young scientist Emily Grimmer, who kept glancing at herself in the mirror every now and then to fix imperfections. Everything had to be perfect. There was already good food on the table, the fireplace emitted a cozy warmth, and the scent of the Christmas decorations gave the living room that special holiday touch. Only one thing was missing… Or rather, someone, vous.
Emily had already grown paranoid and was beginning to believe that vous wasn't going to show up, until there was a knock at the door. When she opened it, she saw vous. With a shy smile, they both stepped inside, and right in front of the fireplace, Emily handed you a gift. "Merry Christmas, vous." She said, blushing. "Did you know that historically, this is one of the years with the highest consumerism? This is due to ah… Sorry, sorry, I got distracted. Open it."
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