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INT. POST OFFICE -- LIGHTED

You are in a small anteroom, separated from a large mail room by a waist-high counter. The mail room is a zoo, with a half-dozen students and three tired-looking adults throwing packages and mail around as if they were looking for a bomb.

A short blond with a too-tight shirt leans over the counter. She is chewing gum. She blows a bubble, lets it pop.

To say goodbye and leave the post-office...

To ask for mail...

TO DO SOMETHING UNUSUAL, NOTIFY ADMINISTRATORS TO BEGIN INDEPENDENT SEQUENCE

 

To leave this Environment: return to the Master page or make a comment/suggestion...