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“An email.”
Jenny had told Missy about tossing a message in a bottle when she got home from vacation, but not about someone finding it, emailing, and her replying. Her sister-in-law might freak over Jenny doing something so out of character. Maybe that was why receiving a reply gave Jenny a little thrill.
Her stomach grumbled.
Missy motioned her over. “You need to eat.”
“I’m coming.” Jenny wanted to reply, but she needed something before she could do that. She closed her computer and joined her sister-in-law at the desk. Lunch looked as tasty as it smelled. “How hard would it be to find a decent picture of Bigfoot?”
“Given Berry Lake is Bigfoot central, not hard.”
“See if you can find one that doesn’t look too fake.”
“Do I want to know why you need this?” Missy asked.
Grinning, Jenny filled a plate. “Probably not.”
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Re: Re: Re: Message in Bottle Found
Jenny <8675309@…>
To: DOR2008@…
Jenny is trapped in Bigfoot’s lair. He’s so tall. Pic attached.
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Re: Re: Re: Re: Message in Bottle
DOR2008@…
To: Jenny <8675309@…>
Did you think I’d fall for a photo put together with lousy photo-editing skills? If that blurry person in the background is you, you could be three feet tall or six. The hairy guy is bigger, but there’s no way to determine heights.
Show me the real Bigfoot and include scale.
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Pics
Jenny <8675309@…>
To: DOR2008@…
I’m trying to escape from Bigfoot’s lair, and you’re worried about scale?
P.S. I’m neither of those heights. I fall in between.
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Standing in the hallway outside the command’s offices, Dare stared at the email he’d forwarded to Jenny that had been returned to his inbox with a bunch of nonsensical numbers and letters. Her address was correct. He’d been using that one for days. Yet, he’d received an undeliverable message from mailer-daemon.
It didn’t make sense.
Their exchanges had been fun. Nothing flirty or weird. But he liked hearing from her.
