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To: Mr. Sigismundo
From: Denver General Hospital (Public Access Station)
Dear sir,
Rumor spreads fast. If you have any in stock at the moment, please express-mail two bottles of your finest Prune Sparkling Cider to the Trauma wing of the Planet Denver General Hospital. I'm stuck here for a while, and I need something to remind me of double sunsets and green hills. That, and the hospital food here has the taste and consistency of old Synth Paste wrappers. Ask for Nurse Trina, she'll handle the transaction and deliver payment.
Actually, make that three bottles. And I'll double whatever you charge if you can get them here by next afternoon. It's very, very boring here. Trina is understanding, but she won't let me go just yet either.