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Letter To: Jaime Lannister

Discussion in 'Communications' started by Peter Parker, Jun 18, 2019.

  1. Peter Parker

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    JUNE 18, YEAR 108 !

    Enclosed in a neatly wrapped package is a Rainbow Poop Emoji Mug.

    @Jaime Lannister,
    Happy Summer from Your Friendly Neighborhood Summer-Spidey!​

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    "Well, what do we have here..." Another long day of fulfilling his duties to the new Governor had concluded and Jaime's mind already went to thoughts of a nice warm bath to wash away the stiffness of standing like a statue all day. He was not expecting to find a package, wrapped and delivered specifically to him on his doorstep. Closing the door behind him, he unwrapped it and to his utter bewilderment stared at what looked to be a turd-shaped goblet sporting all the colors of the rainbow. He wasn't sure whether to smash it on the ground or place it among the other wares in his kitchen. Who could have gifted him something so bizarre?

    There was a letter that accompanied the gift and as Jaime read the note, a smile crept up on his grizzled features. Had he been in his youth, he would've simply discarded the gift and that would have been the end of it, but age had changed him in so many respects. He went over to the decanter sitting at his small dining table, popped open the lid of the strange-looking goblet and poured some of the wine into it. The gesture had been thoughtful and he was curious to know who this "Summer-Spidey" was. But for now, he kicked back on one of the couches and took a sip. Nothing like a cup of fine Dornish red to end the day.

     
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