Sasha sat down on the couch and tugged off her boots. “You know, when I was little, we couldn’t afford all this stuff. We didn’t even have a tree, but you know what? We always hung our socks by the fire. Let’s do that, too. That way I never forget where I came from and never take for granted where I am.”

Brandon watched as she took the sock from her right paw and hung it on the mantle. “What a lovely gesture!” He said, wedging his foot out of his boot and stripped off its sock. “And such nice socks, too!”
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