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[The box is wrapped in simple black paper. Inside, underneath a layer of tissues, sits what appears to be a human heart. There's a note taped to the underside of the box lid.]
Ginger,
Thought you might like this back. I had yours for so long. How long has it been, a hundred and twenty years?
And even after all this time, you were still one of my favorites. I can still remember how terrified you looked. And how those big blue eyes of yours watched me every second. Even when I slit your pretty little throat.
Take care.