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Abstract
Richard Witched noticed the small envelope in his mailbox right away.
It sat like a white raft on the sea of gray, brown, and beige detritus that
gathered, as it did almost every day, in his slot.
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Richard Witched noticed the small envelope in his mailbox right away.
It sat like a white raft on the sea of gray, brown, and beige detritus that
gathered, as it did almost every day, in his slot.