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first.last@compass.net (3)
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D12 63:19PM
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Re: Mission
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<span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">TO:</span> first.last@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">CC:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">BCC:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net, firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">FROM:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">DATE/TIME:</span> Day Twelve, Night. 63:19PM <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">SUBJECT:</span> (no subject) <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">MESSAGE:</span> No message.
<span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">CONTACT:</span> first.last@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">MESSAGE:</span> <span style="font-family:courier; color:#000000;">text</span>
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she says it so quietly it's hard to tell if she meant to even say it at all with the way her entire demeanor suddenly changes from chipper to something rueful as her gaze dips away from him to the ground.
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[ she says it so quietly it's hard to tell if she meant to even say it at all with the way her entire demeanor suddenly changes from chipper to something rueful as her gaze dips away from him to the ground. ]