LaurenL23112
I took the letter I held in my hand, sliding my fingers underneath the stamp. It cut my finger. I began to bleed slightly, but I ignored it. The letter was from my boss. I felt a twinge of nervousness. Was he really going to fire me for my mishap? It wasn't my fault. I had been framed. Jessica knew all along he would blame me. Why? Why me?
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