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[Under one of the lit up trees, not too far from the plaza, is a young boy just slumped up against it with only new feathers white pants on. Snow that had fallen from the tree branches above him is now on the top of his head, his shoulders and lap, but he's too far out of it to feel the icy sting on his skin. It's obvious he's been out there for a little while already, with his slightly purple lips and rosy red cheeks.
Unfortunately, he won't be waking up any time soon. Anyone want to try and wake the poor boy up before he freezes?]
Unfortunately, he won't be waking up any time soon. Anyone want to try and wake the poor boy up before he freezes?]
