“Ah man,” said Endell. “I lost my…my…the letter that comes after V.”

“Do you remember where you left it?”

“I have no idea here I left it,” Endell said. “But I need it!”

“Fine, fine. But you owe me.”

The vending machine clattered and clanked as it accepted 75¢, spitting out a perfectly acceptable, if plain and cheap, emergency letter W.

“How’s that?”

“Much better,” said Wendell.

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