Birthday presents. Tokens of love, half-wrapped, the giver passed-out unconscious amid scizzors and ribbons and sticky tape, chin bloody from landing face-first in the clutter of glass candle jars scattered over chairs and tables and countertops and television sets, lit and sputtering.
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