Mug On The Move

Dear Mommy:
I think I’m being sent away. I was in the other room and I heard the man on the phone talking about his cover being blown. And I haven’t blown anything (yet) so I’m assuming he meant someone found out he has me. That might be why he also mentioned something about hashers never being able to keep secrets. You can’t keep secrets either, Mommy. Is that why we’re not together anymore? Anyway, he put me in this box full of nice cushy padding, and at first, I thought this was my new bed. At least until he sealed me inside. It’s dark and I’m scared.
Love,
Your Mug