Ah, mail. When you’re little it’s a sort of validation. Not the junk mail that your mom let you open…that was pretending and really, we all knew that. But, on those special days when a letter came for you with your name on it…written in the perfected cursive of a grandmother or the penciled letters from a penpal…. Those were special days!!
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