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I got a letter via post today. It did not have my apartment number on it, only my name and street address. It came in a hand-written envelope with no return address. I don't recognize the handwriting on the envelope, which I guess isn't much of a surprise. The postmark on it is Seattle 981 and is dated January 4th. So, I know that the letter was sent yesterday and from somewhere near here, but I don't know anything else.

Curious, I opened the envelope. I did not put on rubber gloves first. There was no white powder inside, but there was a letter. The letter began, "This is not a chain letter." I, however, am not fooled. It most certainly is a chain letter.

I don't pass chain letters along. I'm superstitious about a few things, I guess, but this isn't one of them. So I don't really have a chain letter on my hands. What I have, rather, is a mystery.

Would anyone like to solve it for me?

Comments (5)

gus:

well besides saying it's not a chain letter what else does it say?

Jason:

You know, the usual: Send this letter along and good things might happen to you. That Guy sent it along and found a cute puppy in the street, but This Other Dude didn't and came down with scurvy.

Zach:

You know personally I think Scurvy is underrated in the Gestapo like fear mongering that our mainstream media in concert with the pharmecutical companies does today I mean seriously Every one can catch it and I believe if it is left untreated it is almost always fatal... With the lack of historical perspective and a couple of well placed phone calls to some reporters I think that we can make a mint selling Vitamen C tabs as the Super Cure!!!!

Marc:

Sounds like quite a mystery. Do you have any hippies in a green minibus parked outside perchance? They might be able to solve it with the help of their lovable, semi-talking dog.

Jason:

We get too much citrus these days for scurvy to be a threat. But, yeah, anything that causes bleeding out of your every orifice is nasty.

Haven't noticed any semi-talking dogs, though I am in Seattle, so hippies abound. They local variety doesn't seem much for mystery solving, though.

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