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Clarice Starling sighed, exhausted after a long day at work. She was on her way home, thankful to be doing so. She was a very cautious driver, but for a moment she tore her eyes from the road to glance at her wrist watch. 7:19 PM. She soon arrived at her home. A light drizzle of rain seemed to fit her mood as she hurried to her door. A medium sized package sat on her stoop, wrapped in plain brown paper. She studied it for a moment, then picked it up and rushed inside. Her home was immaculate. She enjoyed tidy living quarters. She set the package on her table, and shuffled through the mail that had accumulated over the past week. Bill, bill, letter, bill, junk, bill. She opened the letter. It was from a distant cousin whom she never really got to know. The letter informed her that there was an upcoming funeral for her "beloved" great great aunt. Like she had time for that. Her eyes wandered over to the package that sat on her table. She peeled off the paper and opened the box. In the box sat a much smaller box. It seemed trivial to pay postage on a large box like this, when all you were shipping was a small item. She picked up the smaller box, and opened it. It's contents shocked her. A small ruby ring sat in the box. She gaped at its beauty. She noticed a small piece of paper. In slanty, formal script, it read: For you, Clarice. Hope you like it. Your old pal, Hannibal Lecter. She was shocked. She shot a withering glance at the larger box. She should've known.
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A/N: Would I be wrong in saying that was a good beginning? I know it was short, but aren't most first chapters? Review and tell me if you like it, please. More to come. Lotsa Luv, MHR.