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Red had just finished his lunch, and began to settle into his favorite armchair by the fireplace. Though it was already March, the weather outside was still a bit nippy, and the warmth exuding from the fireplace was more than enough to warm him. Tuning the knob on his radio, Red stops as he hears a familiar voice come across the air. Sipping on a warm vodka cider he'd whipped up, Red smiled and chuckled along with the show, ever so grateful he happened to tune in. This woman seemed to know precisely how to keep an audience entertained, and he was very much looking forward to the next installment. |