[With a look of deep concentration, Vivi does her best to press the wrinkles from the paper. Finally deciding she's done the best she can, she sighs, straightening. Offering the page to Nami, she explains somewhat mournfully:] It's your birthday present. It's only a little bit ruined.
[And on the paper is this (albeit more wrinkled):]
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[And on the paper is this (albeit more wrinkled):]