The letter-sized envelope was fat, but not very heavy , almost as if someone had inflated it.
Nicole tossed it on the table.
The sharp angles on the N in Nicole gave away the identity of the sender.
“Mad respect to the guy for at least doing this shit through the mail and not electronically”, Jerry said.
Nicole inhaled through her nose.
“I’d prefer he didn’…
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