November 2nd, 2002 - 4:09 p.m.

Hullo madame, you seemed to have dropped this.

Lost myself today. Should be alright.

Though, if found, please return wrapped in tin foil and packing tape, in an envelope, sealed with 'fragile' stickers, to the flat above a shop. The one with the white walls, wooden floor, and a dead bee sealed in a plastic bag (expires December fifteenth, two thousand and two) underneath the clock. A plastic rat in the fridge, next to the cheddar cheese. Ring the second bell. Someone might answer. Cannot be certain.

Should think a new version of myself can be bought for three dollars and sixty eight cents. But it is probably best not to place a monetary value on such things. Than again, could be horribly wrong all over again.

N.

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