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“Oh. I almost forgot, Dorian.” Lori said, peering through the archway. “A package came for you this morning. I’m pretty sure it’s that special edition Grand Theft Murder game you ordered.”

“Oh, sweet.” Smiled Dorian.

He got off the couch and briskly walked to the counter and found the tightly wrapped parcel right next to the fruit bowl. A look of excitement ran across his face. He had been waiting for this ever since he saw the demo play at last summer’s E3 convention. All the top game magazines had built up the hype that this game would make Splatter House look like Sesame Street.

“All right, Dorian.” Encouraged Henry, shifting around in his seat. “Open it up and let’s kill some hookers!”

Dorian lifted the package. It was the size and width of a hardcover book. Then he looked at the return address, and he became puzzled.

Henry saw the expression on his friend’s face, wondering what was the matter. “What’s wrong, bro? Is it broken?”

“No,” Dorian replied, inspecting the package. “It’s from London.”

“What? They give you a foreign game instead? I don’t think you’d be able to play that on an American system.”

“I don’t think it’s the game, Henry.”

Henry gave Dorian a concerned look. “Dorian…did you get drunk and order random stuff from the Internet again?”

“No!” Dorian replied in defense. “I didn’t order anything from London. I’m going to check my records and see what I may or may not have ordered.”

DORIAN GRAY

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