This Christmas I received a Christmas voicemail from a complete stranger, or at least someone with an unrecognizable voice who did not identify himself. He hoped us guys were doing okay down here.
We are.
This reminds me that my uncle who works for the United States Postal Service told a story about how very recently somebody came around to various route worker stations asking if anyone had certain people on their route. Because they had been working with a very old letter sorter and found two letters stuck in there. From 1979. Imagine the bittersweet memories possible in the receipt of those letters.
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aw. emo song waiting to happen :'(
the apostrophe is a tear.
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