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| does this to my postcard |
my heart hurts and my face scrunches up in distaste and I curse him for bending all my cards so that it could
go in easily into the mailbox. Before the joy of receiving a card settles, I'm looking unhappily at the creases the once-mint card now carries after its long distance travel. It arrives at its final destination with a scar. (grumble grumble) Now you get why my heart breaks for this little piece of card.
Then the next day my dad tells me "my postman" had an accident in the neighbourhood, the dog ran into him and he fell off his motorbike and was out for 5minutes.
I don't really wish bad things like that to happen to motorcyclists so I really hope he's ok and next time I have to remember not to jinx anymore people with angry thoughts.Solution: I need to tape a big sign on my mail box - DO NOT BEND CARDS
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