Chris loves to taunt me with Christmas gifts. Basically, he is DYING to give me the gifts, and since he is suffering, he wants to dole out a little to yours truly. That means wrapping them, stacking them in view, drawing my attention to them as often as possible. But he doesn't want me to know what they are! He wants to surprise me. So he doesn't want me touching, shaking, or otherwise sussing them out.
So my return torture is guessing. And I am very good at guessing. Especially when one box is so obviously the shape and size of Mansions of Madness 2E. I got shooed out of his office for that guess, and told not to pick up any more packages from the porch...
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