To: Sax Esquivel <[email protected]>

From: Sen Mortel <[email protected]>

Subject: And if I have an air of confidence at my disposal, I would've done this personally

Trains of my chats on your messenger remained unseen. My neighbors had knocked at my doorstep, handing me portions of their feasts. Jose Marie Chan had been wearying his throat all the while in radio, TV, and surround sound. Been strolling at BGC for an hour, rubbing my palms together for warmth against the cold Christmas air. And I've mailed you last 22nd, three days prior now.

I miss you.