Mason sat at his desk, unable to focus on class, terrified of what he would find in that envelope. He waited til he got home, ran upstairs to his bedroom, though twice, ran to the porch and let a cigarette. After smoking and a failed attempt to calm his nerves, he went inside to face the truth.
Mason stuck his hand inside and pulled out a book. Skate by Michael Harmon, a book he had let Sailor borrow a few months ago. Took a deep breath, reached in one more time, and pulled out Sailor's letter.
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