Wednesday, August 24, 2016


South of House
You are standing in a driveway south of a blue house, with a red front door.
There is a large mailbox.
You are holding a stack of letters and bills, yet to be mailed.

>get in car
A nagging voice from inside your head speaks "Aren't you going to mail that?"

>mail it later
The voice becomes annoyed.  "You have said that for the the past 2 months."

>throw mail angrily into car
The mail does not fit.

>make room
Sticky Capri Suns and smashed up goldfish crackers have been moved to mailbox.  Mail is now sitting comfortably on the floor of the car.

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