Samantha Abigail Silverman bolted out of the rickety green-and-rust colored Jeep, backpack trailing on the ground behind her, and made a bee-line for the mailbox. Jezerah smiled, and got out of the jeep, closing the door and heading for the house. "What'd we get, Sammy?" She said, waiting on the porch while Sam went through the mail.
"Junk, junk, junk-- Hey! Look, Mommy, you got a letter!" Samantha waved the letter proudly, grinning wide. Jezerah took the letter and started opening it, letting Samantha go inside ahead of her. "Can I go watch TV?" She spun around, holding her backpack. "I'll do my spelling while I watch TV, I promise!"
"Go ahead. I'll come in and check in a couple minutes." Jezerah smiled at her daughter, and went into the kitchen, taking the letter out of the envelope. The letter wasn't from anyone she knew, as far as she could tell. No one had her address, no one had her name really, who would be writing to her? But lo and behold, a letter had come. A letter...
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Congratulations Jezerah,
Our state of the art equipment informs us that your love life sucks. But don't despair! We at Cupid's Chokehold are here to improve your miserable chances at finding a partner. Using our revolutionary profiling system, we can find find the match that's right for you, and send you down the path toward true happiness. Simply fill out the attached form and send it back to us in the pre-addressed envelope enclosed. After you complete this laughably simple process, we will contact you with the details of your first date.
Signed,
Joesph Thomas Alexander XV 1/2
