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birthday boy.

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( the first warning sign, in retrospect, is that she doesn't say anything about it. she mentions when she plans on being in town, and doesn't comment on the date itself other than: that's when she gets in, she hasn't decided if she's renting a car or getting an uber, she'll be there when she's there, whatever, he can deal with it. what, like he's got something better to be doing.

well, he might. she has back up plans, accordingly.

the morning of his birthday, a package arrives ahead of gwen, presumably fielding the nonsense of an airport with varying degrees of patience at the various stages. the whisky cost someone else a small fortune, unopened but lifted from her father's private collection, still in its wooden box which gwen has opened only to wrap a poem around the bottle itself that's unsigned but still recognisable as almost certainly her own work. tucked in with it, a custom pressed record of a live performance that she hadn't seemed particularly interested in his disappointment at missing.

of course there's a card; )

Don't worry, I'm also going to blow you.

G.