This morning, I pulled on my jeans, grabbed my iPod and a book, and proceeded to wait in the lobby for the postie. I wasn't waiting for a love letter, this month's Sub Pop Single, or even an iPod Touch. I was waiting for my passport, which was tracked as being sent out for delivery today--and I didn't want to chance the postie not delivering it and
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Consider an email sent. My email addy = contact details.
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