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“I was gonna save this for Christmas,” says Foggy, “But I figured you could use it sooner rather than later.” Matt reaches up just in time to catch the package his partner has lobbed at his head.
“Aw, buddy, you shouldn’t have,” says Matt. He can’t help tearing up a little when he smells the wool through the wrapping paper and cardboard--after what he’s put Foggy through this year, he’s shocked that he’s still made the Foggy Nelson Christmas Knitting list. “What is it?”
“Plausible deniability,” says Foggy. There’s a catch to his voice, like he’s trying to suppress laughter.
Matt raises an eyebrow. “Can I open it?”
“Oh, yeah,” says Foggy. “Open away.”
It’s a sweater--Fair Isle, and the yarns are close enough in texture that it takes Matt a moment to find the switchovers. He traces the edges of the letters, reading aloud as he goes: “I-M-N-O-T--” and bursts out laughing when he hits the second line. “Franklin W. Nelson, you did not.”
“Merry Christmas, Daredevil,” says Foggy.