Act I EXT. Funeral Home—Day CARLOS, 10 years old, sits on the bench looking somber and pensive. He is holding a BLANK PIECE OF PAPER and A PEN. While a few FUNERAL GUESTS walks into the home, Carlos’ MOM comes out the building. MOM OH! CARLOS, ANAK! I’VE BEEN LOOKING...
The paper smelled like the desert. Grains of sand fell out of the envelope when I took the letter out. Mark probably was on duty and that was his only time to write, I assumed. I immediately noticed some of the words are illegible, smeared from getting wet. Was it...
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