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When I grew up.
Though not as tall as a large shoebox, it was the same width and length.
I opened it and blinked several times. The number 2500 on the other side of the dollar sign stared back at me.
I was on my side facing him, and I kept sighing from his fingers casually running through my hair. He glanced at me.
I could see that they sported similar but more elaborate hardware than what I had chosen.
That's about it.
The tremors continued while he ran both hands back and forth across my skin.