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[justice_soldier]

[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

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[strikingfreedom]

Everything going alright, Athrun?

[justice_soldier]

Hm? Oh. Yeah, things are going well. I just got a letter from home.

[strikingfreedom]

That's good. I'm glad things are going alright.

[justice_soldier]

Well, uh... How have you been? Heard from your parents recently?