[birthday] for Claire
Inside a stack of small packages piled outside Claire's bedroom door in the morning are this shirt, this shirt, this pajama set, and this tote bag. Inside the tote bag is a card...
Happy birthday to the hottest piece of ass in the state. Your next gift is that I promise not to jump your bones until Hiro's married you, 'cause it's really tacky to fuck the bride before she's married. Does he know you slipped me tongue?
Love ya,
Hank
P.S.: Now that you're done opening shit and reading the card, come open the fucking door. I'm standing right outside, you sexy bitch.