It's all in the presentation, is what she would always say. It's no wonder I prefer my packages a bit odd, misshapen and slightly worn. They offer the promise of a story, a way in which they became torn! I enjoy humans with the same quality.
There's something disturbing about something so perfect in demeanor. It gleans a deep mortifying fear and stifled laughter.
Still, 'm dear, your packages I box so carefully, creasing the corners, using minimal tape and perfectly matched bows and tags. Wrapped so tightly they're nearly impossible to open. Like you and your heart shaped Pandora's box. Or is it me, this gift you've passed along so slyly.
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