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2nd variation: An unpleasant trip to the post office

The door where patrons waited for their box mail was like that of a prison -- thick and made of steel. It was painted dark green, like a dumpster. The three of us waited there, held captive until the clerk got around to us, periodically peering from the door’s top portion, which swung open inwardly,… Continue reading 2nd variation: An unpleasant trip to the post office