Everyday i wait for my mailman (Bruce) to come and bring the mail. I have a good relationship with him but I kinda feel like i have to. He brings me things and i dont give him anything in return (or if i do, its only another letter in which he has to deliver- so im giving him more work). I feel like im using him SO i always say hello to him and talk briefly about the weather or whatever. Very nice guy, very personable. But everyday after our little chat its the same thing, i rummage through the mail in search of a letter adressed to me but i'm always dissappointed. Most days i get absolutely nothing but other days i get bills, credit card applications, or Kathryn Gibb College letters. I dont know what i expect to see. All my friends and family are local but i still anticipate an unexpected letter from someone. Maybe a letter stating that i have a secret admirer or a letter from a long lost cousin thats stranded in Budapest and in need of help. But no such luck. Its getting to the point where im actually mad at Bruce for not giving me mail.
Quotables: Beauty may be skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone.
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