In the charming town of Hydrangea, I carefully set up my shop, The Liger's Den, preparing for the festive season. Colorful streamers fluttered in the crisp winter air, draping the walls as I decorated with care. The town was peaceful, the only sounds the soft rustling of the decorations and the distant hum of the season’s cheer. But then, a faint sound broke the silence—the soft pitter-patter of footsteps crunching through the freshly fallen snow. " The store isn't opened yet, " I hollered
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