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USERNAME: DISPLAYNAME ROBBY KEENE COBRA KAI TEXT • AUDIO • VIDEO • ACTION • OVERFLOW

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delivery. backdated to whichever day was the winter solstice in this city!

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[ at robby's door sits a handwoven basket holding three, paper-wrapped gifts blooming profusely from their seams with long-stemmed paper flowers in dizzying greens and reds and oranges splayed along the painted watercolours of a rising, winter-morning dawn pale with still-visible pinpricks of mourning stars. two of them are labeled for robby; one of them is labeled for daniel, with instructions to please pass on the gift as kaveh is not quite certain where daniel lives.

the first box labeled for robby unwraps to reveal a modified backpack for a skateboard. the bag itself seems to have started its life as a long messenger bag, but had its stitching pulled, its pieces cut and then restitched into a shape that seems reasonable to carry a standard-sized skateboard. the buckles were sourced from duffle bags. the shoulder strap is padded with a bubble grip so that it does not shift, while allowing the weight to distribute properly along robby's shoulder.

in the last box is a phonecase for robby's device, plastic cover hand-painted with the purple-black of a newly-minted night sky lit in the resplendent blooming of fireworks over the skyline of the city. gently shifting the case from side to side will show the hidden stars in the night done in pinpricks of glitter paint that refuse to dim their light. the picture itself is complete, but when put next to another phone case, the entire night sky is visible in panorama.

the card says thus: ]

To Robby,

Through this, I've learned what a skateboard is. I hadn't known there were so many different kinds, nor that there was so much depth to the type of wheels or the make of the board or whether the electrical type can affect the kind of tricks you are able to do.

In truth, I still haven't quite figured out how to stand on one, but I remembered when you first introduced yourself to the network that you once skated on these. I'd wondered if you still did. May the bag come in hand if you do; I think this place takes too much from us, in truth. What joy we can take back, then, is our own.

You are brave, Robby. Thank you for your courage, and your heart.

May your coming year be as sweet as watermelon, and as fruitful as pomegranates.

With kind regards,

Kaveh