"I need structure," she muttered, grabbing her keys. "I need a box."

Her first stop was . Stepping inside was like entering a cathedral of tidiness. She found rows of sleek, white shirt boxes that snapped shut with a satisfying magnetic click. They were elegant, but maybe a bit too serious for a 21st birthday.

"It’s all in the bones," Maya winked, thinking of the aisles of cardboard she’d just traversed.

She doubled back to . In the "Bullseye’s Playground" and the stationery aisle, she hit the jackpot. There were nested gift boxes covered in bold, holographic patterns and quirky illustrations. They were sturdy enough to hold the heavy cable-knit wool without bowing at the bottom.

"Wow," her friend laughed. "I feel like I’m unboxing something from a boutique!"

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