[The Postman turns slightly, and, for a moment... just a single, fleeting moment... he looks Marisa right in the eyes as she sneaks past him. Or has he? Is it a coincidence?
But then he simply glances away as if nothing has happened, and tucks the letter onto a shelf, carefully closing the door behind him again and returning to the desk.]
It'll go out with the rest of this afternoon's mail. [He folds his fingers together.] Anything else I can help you with?
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But then he simply glances away as if nothing has happened, and tucks the letter onto a shelf, carefully closing the door behind him again and returning to the desk.]
It'll go out with the rest of this afternoon's mail. [He folds his fingers together.] Anything else I can help you with?