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She snipped the tag off and held the shirt up so she could look at it. It was a nice shirt, the golem had good taste, she had to admit. She’d liked it when she tried it on, and she’d bought it for her, mostly. But the fact was that it was too big for her, not a lot, but enough. “Seemed like a good idea at the time,” she muttered. Something comfy and warm and…she knew she’d been projecting ideals onto the shirt when she bought it.

Sighing, she placed it onto the bed and began to fold it. It hadn’t been that long since the shopping trip, and she’d just not gotten around to wearing it. She’d almost put it on a day or two ago, but picking it up had nearly made her cry. It was silly, it really was. But the shirt reminded her of the shopping trip, with the golem and with Jake. She knew now she’d kind of halfway bought it for him, either as a gift or…she didn’t even know. She’d been happy when she bought it, and really, the memories it pulled up should have been good ones. But the pretense, it had been during the pretense, and that made it all worse somehow.

“So I’ll do what I thought about doing anyway, and get rid of it,” she said to no one, though her weapon was listening. With another sigh, Sherry flipped the shirt over and smoothed out a wrinkle on its front. A nicely folding practically new shirt. No one but her and her lindwyrm could know what feelings it brought out in her. So strange it was, how the mind associated things.

“I don’t even know why I bought it. I mean, I like it, but I know I was thinking of Jake when I did it.” More mutterings as she placed it into the shirt box that had been waiting on her bed. The tissue paper in the box was pink, and wrinkled, but Sherry didn’t care and she folded it over the shirt before slipping the lid on. Presentation was important. She lamented the lack of a colorful bow, or anything festive, really. She had a length of black ribbon she’d found in her things, and that she tied around the box, knotting it into a very simple and plain bow. Black ribbon, white box. Not exactly a holiday presentation.

Grabbing a slip of paper and her pen, she wrote a short note. This was probably another mistake, but really, she didn’t want to keep the shirt around. Bought in a time of pretense with him in mind… This would be better for her, she could forget the whole trip this way, and the shirt would see use, most likely. She was more than certain it would fit him.



“That’s different,” Sherry replied as she tucked the note behind the ribbon. “Both of those were given at another time. Different feelings, different memories. Besides, you know I don’t like to take the necklace off.”



Sherry shook her head, more than seeing the point Armagnac was trying to make. It was over, there was nothing there and Sherry really needed to move on. She’d accepted that. The shirt brought up feelings of sadness and anger because of when she associated it with, so she wanted to get rid of it. The necklace, of course, reminded her of Jake, but, of different feelings, a different time. That, and wearing was like some silent statement of her feelings. Even if she was sad or angry, she still cared. A lot. More than she should. She’d wear it until she stopped loving him, which meant she might wear it forever, dramatic as that sounded. She was fine with that.



“Right. I’m done being a sentimental fool.” Which was why she was doing this in the first place, mostly. Sherry took a deep breath, then, box in hand, slipped into the hall.

She was a little surprised at the fact she didn’t tear up leaving the box in front of his door. Hopefully that meant she was doing a good job of keeping the hurt and love down. Accept the facts, move on with life. She really couldn’t afford to be distracted by this any longer. Taking a deep breath, Sherry turned and walked back down the hall, past her room, and on the way to her daily work.

Jake would fine one plain white shirt box, tied shut with a plain black ribbon and a bow, a gray shirt inside. There was also a plain piece of paper with a short note penned on it.