Right outside the Sin, Late Sunday evening
GOB had finished his project. He was well aware of what he thought his limits were, and he was correct in believing that his skill with the written word left something to be desired. So when inspiration struck him in the form of letters that his brother Michael had sent his future (and now late) wife when they were young, GOB knew what he had to do.
He had to copy the letter verbatim and edit it slightly to personalize it for Becky.
If he had succeeded, maybe he could try to get some action in Fandom again without fearing for his life too much.
He took a deep breath, slipped an envelope addressed to Becky into the mail slot, and hoped the letter did its job.
He had to copy the letter verbatim and edit it slightly to personalize it for Becky.
If he had succeeded, maybe he could try to get some action in Fandom again without fearing for his life too much.
He took a deep breath, slipped an envelope addressed to Becky into the mail slot, and hoped the letter did its job.