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  • Sunday, August 27, 2006

    I am afraid of my mail

    Pathetic, but true.

    These days, only bad news for me comes in the mail -- bills, reminders of dental appointments, thin envelopes that usually include the phrase "unfortunately, we are not able to offer you..." in them somewhere.

    The mail used to be fun. Catalogs, packages, the occasional card, letter or invitation. Now? Notsomuch.


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