The box arrived this morning.
The driver didn't wait for me to sign.
The driver doesn't hang around anymore.
My granddad's jacket smells like fire.
Every hair on my body stands up as I slip my arms into the sleeves.
It's a perfect fit.
The box isn't empty yet.
There's pants to match the jacket
a silk shirt
an embroidered pocket square
a gold watch
and granddad.
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