"Hi Dave,
The creeping sensation of dread and doom has consumed me utterly, and I fear all is dust. My candle dims, my skin crawls, my very sense of being eludes me.
Can we reschedule? How does Tuesday at 2pm sound?"
The creeping sensation of dread and doom has consumed me utterly, and I fear all is dust. My candle dims, my skin crawls, my very sense of being eludes me.
Can we reschedule? How does Tuesday at 2pm sound?"