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UNSENT    [ recipient ;; ruben victoriano ]         txt;;   I would say I’m happy you’re gone but         txt;;   Nobody deserves that

     It’s not exactly rare for Joseph or Sebastian to drop by her     office, although the former tends to be far more work-oriented     than the latter. Usually it’s reports, requests, updates- things      the Missing Persons Bureau needs that Joseph, bless his      diligent soul, is so kind to provide. And since field world largely      isn’t possible thanks to the scars of one pregnancy and one      misplaced bladder, Myra’s job is largely administrative.     Myra’s office is what is commonly referred to as organized      chaos. With a flurry of audits coming in at the end of the      quarter, everything tends to pile up, meaning the usually      organized file folders, cabinets; their departmental cup      runneth over with an endless list of documents to be reviewed,     signed, and submitted. Such is the nature of an organization.      Such is the nature of bureaucracy.     She gets perhaps as far as the I’m in what she’s going to say     before her eyes find what he’s brought her. Her throat shuts      like a clamp, and immediately the prickle of happy tears is      felt behind her eyes. Myra had always felt every emotion      strongly- joy, fear, sorrow, anger- but since becoming a      mother, somehow they grew even stronger.     “Joseph,” there’s a little choked-up emotion there, but mostly     she’s all smiles. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”     The fragrance of the marigolds is fainter than what she’s      accustomed to in her mother’s garden, but it’s like a breath of      fresh air to the stale taste of printer ink and paperwork that      pervades almost every part of Missing Persons. Documents      are quickly sorted into rough piles to make room for the small      bouquet. It falls directly in the sunlight that tracks across her      desk, offering shade to a set of two small, frames photos: one      of her and Sebastian, a scarce few months ago on their wedding      night, and a bright-eyed baby girl in a pink cap.     She steps back, seemingly pleased with her work.     “That’s much better, don’t you think? These offices are      so dull.”

     txt;;   of course not!     txt;;   well     txt;;   there was that one time