#ohmalliecat

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          It was warm. Unbearably warm. Ollie didn't do so well in heat and the summer sky had already darkened his pale skin to a golden tan. The last thing he needed, in this warmth, was for his car to break down when he'd left his phone back at the motel. It was a long walk, and well -- this car was his home half the time, so it wasn't like he could just leave it here, anyway.

Toby can save me from the brain eaters any day o k a y and by me I think I mean Mallie but I’d be okay with either I????

‘Ω’ and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours.

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

Foster was never the type to write letters other than the business type. In reality, the male didn't ever find the reason to write a letter in the first person. Now with the world being so used to technology and all of it's advantages, sending an e-mail seemed like a much better idea. 

But in the case of Mallie getting fired over their office affair, Foster had to write a letter. The male had no knowledge of how people found out, they just did. Of course, Foster wasn't fired seeing as how he's the only one good enough at his job. But being a secretary? Anyone could do that.

With his paperwork aside, he toke out a single piece of paper out along with his black pen. The male had a million and one things to say but nothing was coming to mind. Instead, Foster let his hand do the work/

Dear Mallie,           you're probably at home, watching some soap opera or cooking lunch since you're not here anymore. To be honest, my days haven't been the same since they fired you. No more so-called important business calls when in reality you were saving me from a long conversation with Mr. Nose Booger (the one with the big nose and never cleans it). My new secretary still hasn't gotten the hang of how I like things to be done. Not like you knew. Guessing I'm trying to say it that, well, I miss ya Mallie. Even though I have your number, it's just not the same anymore.

                        Hope all it well, Foster Homes.

He read it over, making sure each sentence was correct and without error. Getting up from his desk, Foster got an envelope and post stamp out of the drawer; placing the letter inside with the stamp on the outside cover and Mallie's full name and address written down. He licked the edges clean and closed, heading outside of his office to the desk of the new sectary. She wasn't much to look at. Chunky, bad teeth and think eyebrows; it bugged the hell out of him.