From Nathaniel to Grover

[WITHHELD], Gran Canaria, Canary Islands

Tuesday, July 1,1986

Grover,

You know the reason we had to cut funding on the Zealot Project. It drained far too much from our coffers to sustain, especially with the other assets we're working on. Your team also never got more than one functional model, and the class Z isn't safe. Too unstable. I know that the Dormancy module was installed after Samantha was sent to the hospital, but it's been absorbing Garrus wavelengths. You still have a substantial amount of money, at least compared to ops like the NEMEAN. Please, Grover, help me here. I've got a lot on my plate right now. You're an old friend, but if we have to part ways I will do so without hesitation. The Tablet is our primary concern, our first priority.

Nat

John received Esther's letter nearly a year after she had sent it. By that time he had already mourned, a thousand times over, the 70.7 minutes spent standing at the altar.

On December 21, 2010, Esther Candace was married to Richard Burke. Her funeral was held on June 21, 2011.

From Esther to John

[WITHHELD], Seattle,WA

Monday, June 21, 2010

Dear John,

It is my deepest regret to inform you that I will not be marrying you on this day. I'm sorry that it has to come to this, and I hope you won't think too badly of me. Instead you should remember all the good times we shared. I also hope that you will not be too mad at Richard; it is not his fault but mine, that I could not choose who to love between the two of you. You were my first and best lover, and my first and best love, John, so please know that, if nothing else. I don't meant to sound...patronizing, but remember that life goes on, relationships end, and people go away. I'm really, truly sorry for telling you like this most of all, and I encourage you to try your luck with Ingrid.

Always yours,
Esther

From John to Esther

From: John Coe (206)-███-████

To: Esther Candace (206)-███-████

January 3, 2008, 8:27 p.m.

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What kind of toppings on pizza?

From Esther to John

From: Esther Candace <[WITHHELD]@gmail.com>
To: John Coe <[WITHHELD]@live.com>
Subject: To put a smile on your face
August 16, 2008, 5:00 p.m.
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"I am very careful whenever I know you're on the phone with your father. I know you'll come to me eventually, and we'll talk you through it. But I have to wait - you need your time. In the meantime, I'm careful what songs I play. I try to speak to you with my selections."

From Esther to John

From: Esther Candace (206)-███-████

To: John Coe (206)-███-████

Friday, November 9, 2007

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[2:08 p.m.]

Esther: John? It's me, Esther.

Esther: Joey wants us to take care of his dog while he's on a business trip.

[2:09 p.m.]

Esther: He says he'd really appreciate it.

Esther: He can't pay us for it, but we don't need the money, do we?

[2:10 p.m.]

Esther: We're in it for the virtues of helping friends and building character. Anyway, see you tonight.

From Samuel to Jebediah

From: Samuel Dwellerman (727)-███-████

To: Jebediah Wallace (372)-███-████

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

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[9:31 a.m.]

Samuel: Hey, Jeb, it's me, Sam.

Samuel: The wife and kids and I can come over for dinner tonight or tomorrow.

Samuel: If it's today, we can be there by six.

[9:32 a.m.]

Samuel: Tomorrow we're good for any time, really.

Samuel: The kids' school is closed while they investigate a gas leak.

Samuel: Alright. Bye. Call me back.

From Esther to John

From: Esther Candace <[WITHHELD]@gmail.com>
To: John Coe <[WITHHELD]@live.com>
Subject: RE: Have you seen this?
June 10, 2005, 10:12 a.m.
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It's just slander and libel, John. Pay it no mind. If I had a dime for every time this happened, I could buy the world, and the silver platter, too.

From John to Esther

From: John Coe (206)-███-████

To: Esther Candace (206)-███-████

December 21, 2004, 7:50 p.m.

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I'm outside, when you're ready. Bring an umbrella.

From Nathaniel to James

From: Nathaniel Crowley <[WITHHELD]@gmail.com>
To: James Miller <[WITHHELD]@verizon.net>
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Texas II malfunction
March 7, 2008, 1:23 p.m.
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If it's still unresponsive I suggest a temporary merging of the Superintendent and Texas II...if you need help with that I'll be available tomorrow around six o'clock. Be sure to compile backups first, even if we already have a hundred of them.

From Emma-Sofia to Corey

From: Emma-Sofia Mondegreen (917)-███-████

To: Corey Mellark (917)-███-████

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

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[4:18 a.m.]
Emma-Sofia: Corey? Corey, it's Emma.
Emma-Sofia: I need you to come over as soon as possible.
Emma-Sofia: It's...it's really hard to explain.
[4:19 a.m.]
Emma-Sofia: Through a series of unfortunate events -
Emma-Sofia: Hah.
Emma-Sofia: Well, let's just say I won't be ambidextrous ever again.
Emma-Sofia: Please. As fast as you can. I'll be at my place.

From John to Esther

From: John Coe <[WITHHELD]@live.com>
To: Esther Candace <[WITHHELD]@gmail.com>
Subject: RE: RE: Vacation plans
February 28, 2007, 4:12 p.m.
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If we can decide on a place to go I think we'll have the money to go; what you don't know is that I've been saving up a little bit every day since we met for just this sort of thing. Checkmate!

From Kelly to Delly

From: Kelly Morris <[WITHHELD]@verizon.net>
To: Delly Morris <[WITHHELD]@aol.com>
Subject: Thank you
January 5, 2011, 5:05 p.m.
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Dear Grandma, thank you for the nice sweater you knitted. Love Kelly

From Adam to Gary

From: Adam Williamson (337)-███-████

To: Gary Muffinote (177)-███-████

December 31, 2010, 8:48 p.m.

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Party, bro, come on!

From John to Esther

[WITHHELD], Dublin, Ireland

Friday, June 2, 2006

Dear Esther,

Oh, God, I wish you were here. It's really not the same alone. The rolling green hills are simply gorgeous. I think you'd love it here. I know you're a stay-at-home kind of girl, but you have a great appreciation for nature's beauty. Our first meeting yesterday really went well, I think. The top brass are surprisingly fun-loving. I could swear one of the board members was eating chocolate under the table. I'll be home in a week and a half, so don't miss me too much. I'll make sure to buy some souvenir for you.

Love,

John

From Dylan to Theodore

From: Dylan Sweetwater (628)-███-████

To: Theodore Watson (338)-███-████

June 10, 2007, 3:23 a.m.

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Dad i need u 2 pick me ^.

From Erick to Christina

From: Erick LeFay <[WITHHELD]@gmail.com>
To: Christina Terrence <[WITHHELD]@gmail.com>
Subject: shit
June 25, 2011, 3:53 p.m.
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The last thing I remember is publishing the post you left in my drafts. Is everyone okay? And - oh, God. Everyone...La Dame du Lac. And this dog thing. I need you to pull up all our files on the topics discussed in Special Dossier 303-E and Special Dossier 1218 and get them sent to me ASAP...You should make sure it's compiled with the publicly available data from the Archive on PRE10. In the meantime I'll...I'll try to see if anyone can lead me to Isabella.

From Esther to John

From: Esther Candace (206)-███-████

To: John Coe (206)-███-████

Saturday, December 10, 2005

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[12:01 p.m.]
Esther: The anniversary of our first date is coming up soon.
Esther: I thought we might want to plan something special.
Esther: Billy and Sara are both holding their birthday parties that day, though.
Esther: I thought we might just not go to either and have the night to ourselves.
[12:02 p.m.]
Esther: See you tonight, love.
[12:03 p.m.]
Esther: Even after all this time...even just on the phone...saying goodbye is so hard.

From Evelyn to Jensen

From: Evelyn Jenkins (364)-███-████

To: Jensen Wallace (361)-███-████

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

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[5:33 p.m.]

Evelyn: I hope you get this message.
Evelyn: I want to talk business, but there's a lot of things to cover and we can't do it over the phone.
Evelyn: You can reach me at 364-███-████.

From DJ to CJ

From: DJ Wright (944)-███-████

To: CJ Brightwood (902)-███-████

Friday, January 28, 2011

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[12:21 p.m.]

DJ: Yo, dog. Got a party rockin' next week. My place.
DJ: On, uh, Friday. Next week.
[12:22 p.m.]
DJ: I guess, uh, be there. Bring drinks, snacks, chicks, you know.
DJ: A'ight. I guess that's it.
DJ: I'm out. Peace.

From Patrizia to Giovanni

[WITHHELD], Padua, Italy

Friday, July 24, 1987

Dearest Father,

I know you do not approve of my choice in a husband but Donovan loves me and I love him. He is a great man and he has a good job. He will be able to provide for us and our children, should we have any. I only wish you would give us your blessing, Papa. I am leaving tonight and we are running away. We are to be married in a month at cousin Seville's house. If it is not too much trouble I would like you to be there, but not if you are going to continue as you have been the past few weeks. Donovan and I are happy together. I do not understand why you would jeopardize your only daughter's happiness for your own hopes and dreams. I must live my life, and you cannot live through me.

Patrizia

From Samantha to Derek

[WITHHELD], Annapolis, MD

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Dear soldier,

My name is Samantha Jonas (no, I'm not related to the Jonas brothers) and I am writing from Annapolis in Maryland. Maybe you know it. It is a very nice place. Sometimes the weather is bad but usualy its a great place to live. I am in the ninth grade and I want to tell you thank you very much for doing what you do and fighting the good fight for those of us who can't. I hope you and your friendss stay safe.

Love,

Sam

From Leslie to Frank

From: Leslie Delilah (221)-███-████

To: Frank Amison (221)-███-████

November 20, 2010, 11:11 p.m.

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Come around front, I think I've found a way in.

From Bashawn to Valerie

From: Bashawn Moore <[WITHHELD]@aol.com>
To: Valerie Simmons <[WITHHELD]@yahoo.com>
Subject: meeting.!
March 23, 2011, 9:52 a.m.

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hey Val.! did u want me to bring Michael to the meeting with me? he said he's got a train to catch,so i figured you'd want to see him off, lol. =]

~.BMoore.~

From Esther to John

From: Esther Candace (206)-███-████

To: John Coe (206)-███-████

November 11, 2006, 2:31 a.m.

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Know u cant sleep hun. Just wanted 2 remind u i love you. <3

From Cherry to Chance

From: Cherry Hewcott (663)-███-████

To: Chance Hewcott (663)-███-████

March 2, 2009, 3:42 p.m.

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Bro, I need to talk to you. Meet me at the archway down the street from your house.

From Thadeus to Seth

From: Thadeus Chillrun <[WITHHELD]@gmail.com>

To: Seth Axiom <[WITHHELD]@live.com>

Subject: Package

August 14, 2007, 12:33 a.m.

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Under the sixth bench on the right after exiting the hospital. Don't get caught.

From Donna to Hiro

From: Donna Gayle <[WITHHELD]@earthlink.net>
To: Hiro Nakamura <[WITHHELD]@yahoo.com>
Subject: RE: RE: Payment due
August 19, 2008, 6:33 a.m.
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Mr. Nakamura, there isn't a snowball's chance in hell I'm letting you get away with my money. Now, you owe me $1933.12 for the TV and if you do not pay by the end of the month I will sue, and I mean it. I know you are not going through hard enough times that you can't pay. For Christ's sake, you came and picked the damn thing up in a Porsche!

You have until the end of the month, Mr. Nakamura. Please don't let this get ugly.

From Jake to Ryan

[WITHHELD], San Francisco, CA

Friday, October 12, 1984

Dear Ryan,

As per your request, I am enclosing the first five chapters of the manuscript for my book, Carts and Kings. I am also including in this query letter a brief summary blurb of the entire book. In the start, Geoff Dartman is a foulmouthed athletic high school senior. On the brink of graduation, he is approached at home by a strange man in a suit. This man declares Geoff to be the long-lost king of an ancient underground civilization, which has come to be known as Atlantis. Geoff, not wanting to take the responsibility, declines. However, Agent Fletcher, the only name that the man is known by, employs all force possible to retrieve Geoff. He is forced to go on a long and arduous trek all around the world in order to escape Agent Fletcher and clear his name of the crime of murdering his parents - an act carried out, of course, by Agent Fletcher in an attempt to coax Geoff into coming with him. After three months of running, Geoff is cornered, but decides to commit suicide - better to die on his terms than theirs.

I hope you will decide to accept my book.

Many thanks,

Jake Brown

From John to Esther

From: John Coe (206)-███-████

To: Esther Candace (206)-███-████

Sunday, December 19, 2004

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[10:33 a.m.]
John: Hi. It's John Coe, from Mr Darryl's law class.
John: I got your number from Jameston. I was kind of hoping you'd want to accompany me to the grand opening of the restaurant down the street from campus.
John: Well, actually, it opened last Friday, but it should still be fun to go.
John: Anyway, you can call me back at 206-███-████.
[10:34 a.m.]
John: Here's hoping you do.

From Ingram to Shannon

From: Ingram North (544)-███-████

To: Shannon North (544)-███-████

April 6, 2005, 10:00 p.m.

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Are we free for dinner tomorrow night? DJ wants to celebrate his promotion.

From Todd to Samantha

From: Todd Shimmers (410)-███-████
To: Samantha Hart (901)-███-████
Saturday, March 12, 2011
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[9:12 p.m.]
Todd: Hello? Sam?
Todd: Damn, a message. I guess...
Todd: Sam, we really need to talk. In person. It's hell over here, and I need to talk to someone.
[9:13 p.m.]
Todd: Not someone. You. I love you, Sam. You know that. Just...call me back, please. As soon as you can.
Todd: Alright. Thanks. Talk to you soon. Love you.

From Sarah to Chad

From: Chad Delacourt <[WITHHELD]@gmail.com>

To: Sarah Twig <[WITHHELD]@verizon.net>

Subject: RE: Notice of dismissal

August 12, 2002, 6:44 p.m.

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I'm telling you Sarah, someone planted that bottle to get me fired. I know it sounds like some bad sitcom or something but I'd swear on my life that those were not my pills. If you just give me one more chance I promise I'll prove that it wasn't me and I'll work harder than ever. Please. Just one chance. If you fire me for something I didn't do it'll seriously hurt my chances of getting another job anywhere - and what if it turns out that I was right? The company will be damaged too. I'm begging you, Sarah. One chance.

From Jesse to Amy

From: Jesse Stark (720)-███-████

To: Amy Pole (719)-███-████

February 14, 2011, 9:02 a.m.

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I'm breaking up with you.

From Drake to Zack

From: Drake Black (443)-███-████

To: Zack Rogers (443)-███-████

October 22, 2010, 3:52 a.m.

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Hey. Lissy wants u 2 come over 4 Halloween party prep. Bring ribbons.

XxDiamonzRAxX

From Renji to Natasha

[WITHHELD], Benghazi, Libya

Monday, April 4, 2011

Dear Natasha,

I know that you are most likely worried for me. I'm writing to tell you that I am perfectly okay. Yes, the situation is pretty bad, but I'm staying away from the fighting. I found some kind folks who are letting me stay with them for now. I know that it has to be difficult for you at home, not knowing if I'll come back, not getting any letters. I promise you that I will stay safe and come home as soon as I can. There is a refugee caravan leaving the country in two days. I will then be able to get on a plane and fly back. I also want you to know that in the event that I do not make it out, our friend Konor has promised to help you in the coming hardships. Times are rough, and the fact that we both have to work in order to sustain our standards of living tells me that you will need all the help you can get if I am not there to provide it.

With love and with hope,

Renji 

From Taylor to Shannon

[WITHHELD], Paris, France

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Dear Shannon,

How are you? I've only been here for five days and it just keeps getting better and better. I've already gone on two shopping sprees. You're just going to LOVE the things I picked up for you and the fam. I SO wish you were here. Like, you have no idea. Tomorrow we're going to the Eiffel Tower. And I bought the CUTEST beret. I even think it made a guy on the tour look at me. He's a local and his name is Alain, but he doesn't have a noticeable accent or anything. (Pity.) OK, OK, I know you really love hearing about all the souvenirs I got. So far I've gotten like two closets' worth of clothes, the CUTEST little purse, and the most gorgeous-sounding bell ever. Anyway the tour's only just started so I don't have much to say yet, but I'll be sure to write as soon as something really interesting happens! Kisses to everyone at home. 

Your biffle,

Taylor 

From Bill and Jill to Sakura

[WITHHELD], Bath, ME

Wednesday, August 12, 1998

To Miss Sakura Honma:

Thank you for your application. Unfortunately, we are no longer hiring new employees. Your talents are not needed. We would suggest directing your attentions to another firm, where you may profit more in the long run. It is our grave duty to inform you that while your resume was exceptional and you fulfilled all the requirements, we here at Radusch and Rosner simply need someone with imagination, and frankly, you are lacking in that department.

Yours,
Bill Radusch
Jill Rosner

From Ryan to Tony

From: Ryan Wallace <[WITHHELD]@gmail.com>

To: Tony Garfield <[WITHHELD]@gmail.com>

Subject: Minutes of the last meeting

January 9, 2011, 3:38 A.M.

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Tony, you took the minutes of the last meeting, right? If you could fax me a copy that'd be great. There were a few points that Deborah made that I want to go over and refine for my presentation next week. Hoping for a promotion. I've been talking to the boss off and on and I think I'm gonna get it. Anyway, thanks again, and happy New Year.

Introduction

Letters do not always make the journey to their destination. Mailboxes can be knocked down, couriers detained. Even emails can be corrupted or buried in the void of modern technology. In the hope that lost messages might find their way home, the Postman has taken it upon himself to record them here. If you have an undelivered letter, you may send it to foreverpostal@live.com and the Postman will put it on this blog.

To protect the innocent, addresses (both street and email), phone numbers, and the like will be censored. For their owners' own good.

~The Postman