The cover’s been lifted off some cheap serialized romance, and carefully attached to a stiffer backing, such that it might be slipped around a small book — like that of the blank-paged journal enclosed. The note reads: For privacy of page.

There's also a tiny clinch pick knife perfect for jamming repeatedly into someone’s guts, just. You know. In case.

These are actually signed, because not signing your knife deliveries to political leaders is considered ""shady"" in some circles.