Handwritten envelope, no return address. Looking for hints. Can't read the postmark. Don't know the writing. A common stamp, I have dozens. I hold the thin envelope to the light. White paper. I can't read it. I rip the envelope and unfold the paper. "You have been selected ..." Pfft. I throw it away in disgust.
** I had no idea what I was going to write this week. This was inspired by a random envelope I just spotted on the coffee table. **
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Ha, so at least it brought one good thing... ;-)
Great! You don't know how many times I've experienced this Flash55...never thinking about how it could be described. You are so creative!!
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