Wednesday, February 8th, Afternoon
Hoisting the box onto the coffee table, Ginny sat down cross-legged on the couch and pulled the table and the box closer to her.
She had spent the day going through the last few boxes that were left unpacked and had been otherwise shoved into closets and under her bed before the party. It was just random things really. Knick-knacks, paperwork, old design sketches. In short, the last thing you wanted to spend a lovely afternoon going through. But it had been put off long enough already.
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