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Nick was just about to walk out of the office when Pete, the mail Angel, arrive with a pile of mail. "Gee thanks Pete, I didn't want to sort through mail. I guess I'll do it though." Nick said hoping that he was not the one to have to sort mail. That was a boring job and no one liked doing it. Nick sorted through the mail, putting the mail on the respected desk. There was a bunch of mail as well, he yawned a bit as he sorted, but when he got to the end, he came across a letter addressed to him. The letter was strange though, it wasn't written in English like the rest or the letter, it was written in a language he knew was dead, and that he could read, write and speak I he wanted to, but didn't. Nick stuck it in his desk drawer and walked out, he'll read it after the campers go to bed, he didn't want to seem occupied at the bonfire. Nick found Athest and another lady with him, one that he recognized. He shrugged it off for now, and went over to the camp firepit to start setting up for that evening.