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A chill breeze blew through Mayfield Hollow. It was December 24th, Christmas Eve to some, Holidays to others, and just another day to the average person who didn't celebrate holidays. We find ourselves caught up in the moments leading to a Holiday Celebration, and by we I mean me; Raymond Alexander. The black night sky veiled over the dark Evergreen trees surrounding Huntington State University. And within these dark halls and those thick brick walls, I lay bare, naked, wondering what had possessed me to make the choices I had just made.