[. . . typed?]
[In the Middle of Camp, there has been a large box in the middle of it since the wee hours of the morning. There's a bright red bow and shiny wrapping paper. Why, it looks impossibly benign. Further inspection would reveal a card reading thusly: Congratulations on your two years, Joshua Christopher. Who could have guessed? ♥
And it sits there unopened through breakfast. . . And lunch. . . And din-Oh, who am I kidding? Someone has probably ripped into the present which is filled to the brim with comic books, paddleballs, checkers, and books on the supernatural.]
[On, another note, it seems Joshua's status online is available.]
[[Either poke him online or steal his swag and mingle.]]
And it sits there unopened through breakfast. . . And lunch. . . And din-Oh, who am I kidding? Someone has probably ripped into the present which is filled to the brim with comic books, paddleballs, checkers, and books on the supernatural.]
[On, another note, it seems Joshua's status online is available.]
[[Either poke him online or steal his swag and mingle.]]