[ WP ] You 're certain that someone 's letting you in on a big secret . You are being given small connected pieces of information by different people , everyday .

Finally. The letter were coming into place. I just needed one more- *one more! * piece. I sat at the usual spot, waiting for my little messenger. It had become routine now, I wait, they deliver, with a brief message. Just yesterday, they had told me, `` This will be the last.'' Finally, I can add it all up after today. 
 
 I do n't wait for long; a hooded man sat down besides me, and slid me an envelope. `` Open them in order of the dates you received them.'' He got up, disappearing into the crowds. 
 
 I pocket the envelope, and head home to my small, but livable apartment. Fumbling around for my keys, I unlock the door. In a rush of excitement, I almost trip over one of my chairs, but managed to keep upright. I displayed all of the five envelopes. Each were dated from September 20th to the 24th, which was today. 
 
 Starting with the first one, the 20th, I cut open the envelope. The contents fall out of it. A card, reading `` There''. I shake the envelope, hoping for more. There is none. I turned over the card, only to find it blank, so I presumed it was a message with the rest of the contents combined. I cut open the 21st, 22nd, and 23rd envelopes, and displayed the cards next to each other in chronological order. 
 
 It was all making sense now. Hands shaking, palms sweating, I cut open the last envelope, and shake out the card. I align it with the others and read the message. 
 
 > There 
 
 
 > are 
 
 
 > only 
 
 
 > two 
 
 
 > genders. 
 
 

