Until our things arrive, hopefully tomorrow like Simon suggested, there isn’t much for Nicolo and I to do so we settle down on the living room floor, and dump out the contents of the thick envelopes we’d been given. There is paperwork—a shit ton of paperwork for both of us, along with two temporary phones the US Marshals can use to contact us, or we can use to contact them until we get our own phones. I knew from experience the papers we’ve been given include a new drivers license, social security number and banking information, as well as things…
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