He enters, a little more relaxed than before, but still mindful of where he puts his feet. On a lark, he takes a box of the top shelf and sets it down before he begins to dig through it.
"Got some Knicks jerseys," he says, holding some up for Lindianne to see. "More ballcaps, some socks..."
Another box. Then another, and another. Soon, he crouches down onto his haunches, shaking his head.
"Either I'm missing something, or you guys got even less love for the Sox than I thought."
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Date: 2016-05-03 07:39 pm (UTC)He enters, a little more relaxed than before, but still mindful of where he puts his feet. On a lark, he takes a box of the top shelf and sets it down before he begins to dig through it.
"Got some Knicks jerseys," he says, holding some up for Lindianne to see. "More ballcaps, some socks..."
Another box. Then another, and another. Soon, he crouches down onto his haunches, shaking his head.
"Either I'm missing something, or you guys got even less love for the Sox than I thought."