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Thursday, November 9, 2017

Stamps

The man looked lost in the post office lobby. I asked him what he wanted. Stamps? Mail a letter? He looked about and said softly, “I best go now.” He turned toward the steps. I walked beside him. A van, a woman in the driver’s seat, waited. I helped him with his seatbelt. She asked…

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