With trembling hands, I picked up the aged envelope. It was still moist from where Mambo’s saliva had dripped over it. Wiping it away with the sleeve of my shirt, I looked at the front of the envelope. Yes, it was addressed to me alright. At that moment, I knew I could just throw it away or burn it in the fireplace, and no one would be the wiser. Well, Mambo would, but then he was a dog. Intelligent as he was, even he couldn’t tell anyone what I’d done. Chucking the idea away, I studied the envelope again. It was one of those classic orange coloured ones, that had been very popular during my school days.
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