[ damn look at that... the birthday girl must be out. well he'll just cram the delivery into any available crevice around her door then. when she comes back, she'll find a small, now-crinkled, gift-wrapped packet waiting for her, inside of which is a neatly-folded scarf. there's no indication of sender, but if she's determined enough, she could probably hunt down the store by tags, where a clerk will remember helping a measly, hopeless rank 4. ]
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