Annabelle fumbled with her mailbox key as she tried to get the stubborn little door open. If she didn't turn it just right the box wouldn't open. She scooped up the pile of envelopes before heading upstairs to the apartment. As she walked she went through the letters. Bill, bill, bill, letter for Gam, bill, junk, strange address?
Opening the door she threw the pile of paper on the counter. "Mail is here!" There as no response so she assumed her turkey boy was out. Shrugging,she wandered over to the couch opening the strange letter as she went.
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Congratulations Annabelle,
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
She raised an eyebrow and resisted the urge to crumple the paper and throw it across the room. "My love life does not suck!" she told the letter sharply. It was a lie of course, she hadn't been on a date in months and it had been 2 years since her last steady boyfriend. On second thought it
was rather pathetic. She still wasn't going to do it though.
Without thinking she reached for a pen. The questions weren't to bad she decided as she jotted down her answers. She paused a moment over the question about children, Gam wasn't really hers...
Form filled out she paused again, really she didn't need to send it in. She could sleep on it overnight. None the less she slipped it into the envelope and put it on the mail pile to take out with her that evening.
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