Threats of a winter freeze bring rushed early UPS and mail drops. In the balmy summer, the postman delivers at dusk, whistling.
Threats of a winter freeze bring rushed early UPS and mail drops. In the balmy summer, the postman delivers at dusk, whistling.
“My own business always bores me to death; I prefer other people’s.”
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