There seem to be some missing items and we're afraid Robert may know something that he's not telling us. Would you and Dan see if Mrs. Wilburtson got that thing scraped off, yet? There's got to be some danger in it, or Jimmy's out of there like a flash. Which is why I'm planning on asking you to come early next week, or risk detachment.
On a lighter note, I'm thrilled to tell you the new fixtures are finally working out. What a relief!! But don't go getting a big head or anything, because we really don't believe we're out of the woods, yet, by any stretch! It finally came to me after your third suicide attempt, that you weren't kidding after all. But that's all spilled milk under the bridge, now, and we couldn't be happier with the way Paul and Uncle Lou have adapted to life underground.
Jewel-Ann asks if the colors you mentioned will be in the final set. Please don't disappoint her with another 'vanishing envelope' gambit!! Lord knows the smudge pots will be working overtime tomorrow as the vets distribute whistles. This only raises new concerns for the twins' safety, especially in view of Kenneth's skin condition. Listen, you've got the absolute maximum parcel allotment, and not a lot is going to change until a certain "Mr. Someone" decides to come down off his high horse and smell the dead switches, so to speak!!
So now it's your move and we advise you to carefully weigh all options. We know it would really be a load off your mind if you agreed to enroll in the Modification Seminar. All of us on the Team have faith that you're ready for the Final Step. Don't disappoint us. That would be highly inconvenient, to say the least! Why not take a few moments and smoke a cigarette, gaze into a dark corner and smile within. Think of Reneé. Abjure any notion of retrenchment. Luncheon meat.
Your Co-worker,
Felicia
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