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Vomit welled in Brian’s throat. He struggled to keep it down, swallowing hard. The sight of it made him dizzy and sick at the same time. He had to hold onto his desk, and he fell back against the door at the same time.
A registered letter. Did they have such a thing? He had to even sign for it. Signing for it was a formality, an important formality. Someone needed to know he had received it. It was someone else’s checkbox obligation. Brian staggered back around his desk. He landed in his seat. He opened the drawer, shuffled around his desk, chasing pens, papers and office supplies that had long since broken but never managed to make it from drawer to garbage can. Finally, he found a long thin pen, which didn’t work but he kept just to open letters. Sliding the pen into the
