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There was a package sitting next to Charlie’s plate at the dinner table. Charlie frowned as he sat down. “What’s this?” he asked. “Is it from Aunt Doris?” “What do you mean?” Marianne asked. “She sometimes sends me weird stuff,” Charlie said. He picked up the package and