"Horse parts," the manifest read on the box from Japan.
"I hope it's not the head," I joked with my husband as he opened the box. Images of the Godfather played through my head, while my son eagerly helped unwrap the contents.
"I think he uses a translator program," my husband said of his benefactor. Inside was a pair of stirrups a Samurai had used.
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