I had promised to send some New York things to my nieces.
After queuing up for ten minutes I brought my little package of two shirts to the postmistress.
Do you still owe?
Hmm?
Do you still owe money...for the envelope?
Er, yes. Yes, of course
What a horrible old woman. Jason, I told myself, today you are David, and this is Goliath.
This is
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