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Mail Box Monologue

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I chose the mailbox next to the hospital.
I wait for Grace to come out. She looks radiant as she jumps off the steps. I don’t know what her mind thinks happened three nights ago or what the people at the hospital told her, but when she turns around and sees me she smiles, so it can’t be too bad.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Waiting for you,” I answer and show her a letter addressed to the National Geographic offices. “I wanted to ask you if you’d be my reference.”
She takes the letter from my hands and shoves it in the mailbox. 
“They’re going to love you so much you won’t need me.”
“Yeah, sure.” 
“Want to go grab a drink?”
I smirk. The temptation to suggest a gin and tonic is strong, but there will be other occasions.
“Not today.

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