Anthony J. Crowley

It was the finest bottle of Wine available for purchase in all of Desai. An irresistibly delicate and delicious wine that would make your mouth water with it's aroma alone. There was a single red ribbon tied in a bow around the bottle's neck. A tiny white tag dangled from the ribbon, almost tauntingly.

On the front was written 'To Mr. D' in a snaking scrawl

On the back, scratched in red, were two little characters.

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And it was sitting, as if waiting patiently, a beautiful and thoughtful gift just waiting to be opened.

Waiting for Mr.D.