Carla comes in from the mailbox, running into Darwin.
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"Good evening Carla, any mail for you today?" He asks, coming down the stairs.
"No, of course not." She says, sighing.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"No it's fine, I should give up."
"Why?" He asks, raising a brow.
"I don't think I'll ever hear from my mother again."
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