The Letter
A letter arrived, and the news was not good. At least for Lani, anyway. I didn’t know anything about it until she came home from work and ripped the envelope open.
“Oh, no. No, no, no,” she cried, putting her head in her hands. “What is it?” I asked, getting up from the sofa and approaching her. I put my arm around her shoulder. “Let me see.” She moved away from me and started stomping around the living room. “Why?” She threw her ...
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