Briana went out and got the mail for me after school. Since her birthday is coming up, she saw the package in the mailbox and assumed it was something for her. I saw the frown on her face as soon as she saw my name (not hers) on the manilla envelope. And then she brought the mail in the house and hid it from me! The little sneak! I finally found it, and ripped open the envelope. Inside was my book, autographed as promised.
P.S. I'm not at all dissapointed that it doesn't say "To: Stacey". Not at all.
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