One look at the label made my husband beg me not to open it or touch it.
« I’m taking this to work, » he announced.
« Why? »
He held it against his chest. « Because people deserve mystery. »
I laughed and tossed another glittery phone case onto the pile between us.
« Because people deserve mystery. »
For almost an hour, our living room looked like a very cheap Christmas morning: avocado socks, charging cables, kitchen gadgets, and a shirt big enough for both of us.
Buying the box had been his idea.
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