At some point in the day on Saturday, the Fourteenth, the Eel would find delivered to him, a parcel from the past. Wrapped first in a very nondescript brown packaging paper, the address on the label should be immediately recognizable. Unwrapped, the paper would reveal a small wooden crate, giving even more hints as to where it had come from (very specifically the Emory Medical Clinic), stamped very sternly with warnings of the content's fragility, big black letters on every side.
Opened further, cushioned white Styrofoam packing peanuts, there would be a jar. Scribbled on that jar in red marker was another shouted warning of 'fragile!' and inside that jar was a red construction paper cut-out of a heart, with a much more demure morning scrawled in sharp lettering:
"I love you."
It wasn't signed, or anything ridiculous like that, because who the hell else would it have been from?
Opened further, cushioned white Styrofoam packing peanuts, there would be a jar. Scribbled on that jar in red marker was another shouted warning of 'fragile!' and inside that jar was a red construction paper cut-out of a heart, with a much more demure morning scrawled in sharp lettering:
"I love you."
It wasn't signed, or anything ridiculous like that, because who the hell else would it have been from?
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