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[Athrun stops by his mailbox. Sure enough, like there is this time every month, a letter from abroad, addressed to him, is sitting in there. He takes it out, locks the mailbox, and drops down at a nearby bench to open it. First he pulls out a pink and yellow paper, which he looks at, sighs, then folds it up and puts it in his pocket. Then he pulls another paper out of the envelope and begins to read the letter.]
...Well, it's good to hear he's doing well, but does he really need to send me money orders good for that much? It'd be a disaster if I got mugged.
...Still no news on my father? Well, no news is good news, I guess...
Okay, better write a return letter as soon as I get to my room.
...Well, it's good to hear he's doing well, but does he really need to send me money orders good for that much? It'd be a disaster if I got mugged.
...Still no news on my father? Well, no news is good news, I guess...
Okay, better write a return letter as soon as I get to my room.