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51530	Leiber, Fritz	The Last Letter			.txt	text/plain	4068	365	84	Black Sorter gulped down ten thousand pieces of first-class mail. a rather wooden-looking man named Krumbine, also bald, recognized "Sit down, Potshelter," the SBI Man said. "Krumbine, a letter turned up in the first-class mail this morning." Take another tranquilizer, Potshelter, and hand over the tray." Krumbine received it with trembling fingers, started to pick up a big You know, letters, characters--like books." "No, no, Krumbine." Potshelter nervously popped a square orange tablet "No code," Potshelter said darkly, proferring the envelope. advertisement--Boy Next Door or--that kind of thing--printed to look Then his gaze fell on the hand-addressed envelope on Krumbine's desk "Great Scott, boy, where was Your Girl Next Door?" Potshelter, a faraway look in his eyes, said softly, "I think I'm But Krumbine thundered on at Richard Rowe with, "Good Lord, I can see boy, why did you--er--written this letter to this particular girl? "Well, I don't know--" Krumbine began.	./cache/51530.txt	./txt/51530.txt