Tuesday, October 26, 2010
While closing my front window curtains at dusk I notice a youngish man bounding up my stairs to my front door. Rats I thought. I have already voted. I don't want any sincere political type trying to talk to me. I quickly open the door ready to send him away but he was already gone. On the door step was the new telephone book. I love the telephone book.
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