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hard
freeze after days of heavy rain leaves the road
treacherous and glazed. no one out and about, i
wondered if the mail would be delivered but our
intrepid carrier came through--mostly. when i
walked out to the box what i found confused me: a
copy of The Globe,
a supermarket tabloid. at first i thought it might
be a promotion, but a closer look revealed it was
addressed to a neighbor further up the road. we're
the penultimate stop on the route and i guess the
driver figured that was close enough. i hadn't
pegged Bill as a reader of gossip rags, but i know
he has a soft spot for rom-coms so this wasn't
completely out of character. i baby-stepped the
100 yards to his mailbox and dropped it off,
fingers numb with cold.
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