As you Unfold the amazing scarf a small hint tickles your nose... is that Lavender? With a hint of Mother's Milk?
A small piece of paper falls to the ground as you lifted the scarf.
As you kneel over to investigate, you notice unlike the scarf the note was balled into a mess... almost as if someone just clenched it hard in their hand... almost like they thought the harder they clenched it the better it would fold... but no... that's not it... no one is that stupid... You wave off the radical notion and proceed to read the note.
A first glimpse you feel your eyes straining at attempting to read it.
You can only make out words and can not fully construction the sentences... The Letters Tuzg stand out.. One naturally assumes it is a name, or a word spelled so wrong the writer must have been a dyslexic infant. As you carry on you can not even begin to try and understand why the writer would attempt five... six letter words when they're barely scrapping by when it comes to spelling the three and four letter words.
Your brain has had enough... you feel faint and exhausted... You clench the note in your fist in anger and drop it for the next grim... but for some reason you feel over compelled to refold the scarf and carefully place the note back into the mist of it.
A Fashionable Scarf folded with care lay here.
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