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Elias smiled at the cute picture James made. He was curled up nicely, like the good little pet he was. He was unaware of James being cold. Elias' blanket kept him warm enough, and previous slaves always ranged in how they liked to sleep. His last slave had liked it just like that, so that's all he had to go on. Elias crawled into his own bed, quickly going to sleep as well. He had plans for the morning already.
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