Concerned For Their Wellbeing

I do hope the magnificent master-sir and mistress-madam don't catch a chill in their skimpy tracksuits on such a cold and frosty evening. I am honoured that they have chosen to light up their cigarettes directly above me. Hopefully the tobacco will warm them both up.

Needless to say, there can be no respite from the cold for me!











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