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[for Ellen]
Jan. 27th, 2013 01:12 amI can actually read the label.
It takes a moment or two to find, granted. Initially, I'm too distracted by the fact that there's a large, leather trunk sitting outside my front door to even think there might be a label. But then, sure enough, my fingers brush up against a small piece of heavy parchment, and the braille reads as plain as day.
To Matt Murdock.
I suppose it is that time of year, isn't it?
Curious as to what's inside -- and fairly confident it isn't a guide dog to go with the laser cane I rarely use -- I slide my thumbs along the seam in search of a latch, coming across a cool brass keyhole with a key stuck inside. Slipping the key into my trouser pocket, I push open the trunk right out on the front porch, and stick my hand in.
Is that--?
"Silk."
A tie. No, wait-- A labelled tie. A small metal tab's been sewn into the back.
Blue, white stripes.
Could it be the Island's actually given me something useful?
It takes a moment or two to find, granted. Initially, I'm too distracted by the fact that there's a large, leather trunk sitting outside my front door to even think there might be a label. But then, sure enough, my fingers brush up against a small piece of heavy parchment, and the braille reads as plain as day.
To Matt Murdock.
I suppose it is that time of year, isn't it?
Curious as to what's inside -- and fairly confident it isn't a guide dog to go with the laser cane I rarely use -- I slide my thumbs along the seam in search of a latch, coming across a cool brass keyhole with a key stuck inside. Slipping the key into my trouser pocket, I push open the trunk right out on the front porch, and stick my hand in.
Is that--?
"Silk."
A tie. No, wait-- A labelled tie. A small metal tab's been sewn into the back.
Blue, white stripes.
Could it be the Island's actually given me something useful?