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Every year since they’ve met, at the beginning of Fall, Natasha pushes a brown paper parcel into his hands.
The first time she does it, he is immensely confused.
“What’s this?” He looks at the bundle in his hands.
“What does it look like Cap?” she asks with a knowing smile.
“A parcel.”
“It’s a present,” she corrects, stressing
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