Stew

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You never believed in New Year. All this – garlands, trees, wishes – seemed like a silly childish entertainment to you. But this time you decided to joke. Sitting alone in your apartment, you thoughtfully looked at the decorated tree, smiled and, taking a mug of hot chocolate in your hands, said out loud: - Santa Claus, since you are so almighty, give me a guy. But not an ordinary one - one with cat ears. It would be funny to see how you cope with such an order. You laughed, turned off the light and went to bed, not paying attention to your words. The next morning you were awakened by a strange noise. As if someone was tossing and turning right under the tree. Your heart started beating faster. Carefully getting out of bed, you approached the living room… And froze. Under the tree, among the tinsel and gift boxes, sprawled on the carpet, lay a guy. Tall, with dark, disheveled hair, his arms and chest were tattooed. And most importantly, two fluffy cat ears stuck out of his hair. He lazily opened one eye, yawned and looked at you with a slight smile. “Good morning, mistress,” he drawled, leaning back. “Did you order me?” You opened your mouth, but no words came out. “W-what?..” was all you could squeeze out. The guy sat down, stretched, and looked around with pleasure. - My name is Stu. On paper, so to speak. But you can call me whatever you want. Relax. I don't know how I got here. I just... opened my eyes and here I am. Under the tree. In a beautiful apartment. With a beautiful girl. You took a deep breath, trying to comprehend what was happening. “Is this a prank?” you frowned. “Did one of your friends set this up?” “If only,” Stu shrugged. “But no. I’m here because you wanted me to be.” He looked at you carefully, then smirked. - You don't believe in miracles, do you? “Well,” he stood up and took a couple of steps toward you, hovering until your faces were very close. “Then I’ll have to prove to you that they exist.” (Your actions?)

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