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| On Tuesday there came a package, addressed to some one who did not live in the building any more it was blue and small it whirred in the hand and gave off heat inside (i dared to open it because no one else would) it contained: a mysterious glass heart a pound of fudge a note in an illegible hand a blurred and inexpressive photograph the mysterious box boggled my mind i wondered what it could mean. a few days later, the cat was missing and the postman had died. |
| I Never Open Strange Letters Anymore |
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