So strangely enough buried in my usually nondescript mail today is a letter from guess who? My crazy old Uncle Sam was just writing to let me know that he felt bad about all that time I had to spend in the desert as well. Your uncle appreciates how challenging it was to readjust and the perseverance necessary to fit back in with normal folk (after working 70 hours a week staring at three computers in a room with no windows). Your Uncle Sam feels particularly badly for all of those months he made you serve after your contract ended...and he wants to pay me $500 for each of those months.
Now your crazy old uncle has been known for questionable integrity from time to time but I am optimistic. Not enough to buy a kayak mind you, just you know, window shop a little. ; )
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