The wrong gift

She rooted through the suitcases, giggling the entire time she did.

It was still the 24th, the dead of night, but youthful impatience waited for no-one.

Years had improved how she lived up to her favourite tradition.

So much so, that she unearthed the divorce papers intended for the 1st.

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