Letter-openers?

You can't hold it any longer. Sulfurous letters or no, you've got to breathe.

You inhale.

Funny, you thought you were dizzy before...

Staggering at the stench, you charge blindly forwards, up, and over the edge of the dumpster. The outside edge.

The smell is so bad, you don't even notice until you hit the ground head first.

You open your eyes. The smell seems to have diminished, at least somewhat; when your eyes start focusing again, you realize that this is because the envelopes you had been holding are now a few feet away, being pawed gingerly at by ...

No, it's just Fred, you remind yourself, as every muscle in your body kicks into overdrive. Chill, chill, it's Fred, he's safe, relax...

Fred, oblivious to your plight, stops sliding the envelopes around and looks up at you. "Well, this isn't working," he says. "Do you think you can open these for me? I just don't have the dexterity."

Written by Robin Z

You lift up one of the envolopes.

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