Please tell me that you've made it to Honduras and you're settling in. Miss you.
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To: Nick Acevedo
From: Erin Walsh
Date: July 15
Subject: too many fishes
Hey…I hope everything is going well. I'm sure you're just busy and I know that Central America doesn't have the best internet service. I've left you a few voicemails, too. Nothing important, just wanted to say hi.
In other news, I've determined that I'm not cut out for the traditional North Atlantic diet of fish, fish, and fish. I don't care whether it's dried, smoked, boiled, pickled, or any other preparation. I've had enough fish. It's kind of like my first semester of college, when the only thing I ate for four months straight was cereal bars. I can't even look at those things anymore without gagging. Apply that logic over to fish, and you'll understand why I'm eager to get back to Oxford and their shepherd's pies next month. At least they know how to make mashed potatoes.
Let me know that you're all right, love. I miss you.
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To: Nick Acevedo
From: Erin Walsh
Date: July 21
Subject: everything okay?
Nick,
I haven't heard from you since before you left for Honduras. I don't want to call the emergency numbers you gave me because I respect the term "emergency" enough to know better, but I'm getting anxious. I have a friend working in El Salvador, and I'm THIS CLOSE to asking him to go looking for you.
You also have about 18 voicemails from me. Sorry about that.
- e
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To: Erin Walsh
From: Nick Acevedo
Date: July 25
Subject: all good
Hey, Skip,
I'm here in Tegucigalpa. I'm fine. I'm settled. Internet service sucks. Cell service is no better. I have my hands full. I've been in surgery around the clock since I arrived.
Miss you. I'm sorry I had you worried.
Nick
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To: Nick Acevedo
From: Erin Walsh
