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| -Sniff sniff- Hey! This letter smells of hammers! | |
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| Haven't you heard? That's what antrax smells like. | |
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| That would explain all this white powder in the envelope. | |
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| Hmmm. So what does the letter say? | |
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| "Dear son, happy birthday." | |
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| That's weird, it's not even your birthday. | |
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