Masters of Sex
It all starts with an invitation arriving with the mail on a Monday. At first you dismiss it, thinking it was another free lottery offer. But just as you are about to toss the envelope in the trash, something about it catches your attention -- there is no stamp. The seemingly expensive black envelope also has no return address; it is simply a glossy black envelope with an embossed gold label reading: 'Mr. Daniels. . .Confidential'. Now curious, you put the other mail down and carefully open the...
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