002: Mail

Oct 18, 2009 23:26

I think that I must have words with the postal clerk. I am continuously getting mail meant for the man in 4A. Perhaps I shall knock, rather than slide his mail under his door, and see if he knows why.

I was stopped today on the street by a young man requesting monetary assistance. I knew his grandmother before she succumbed. My knowledge disturbed him and he left without accepting the funds I offered.

I do not understand the young.

ic, just not getting it, these mortals be

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