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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:22 pm
The Streets - Cars. Little shops with trinkets. Restaurants. Fast food Restaurants.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 3:42 pm
As Blair ran down the street towards the post office, she looked at the street clock, she had 1 minute left. Blair ran faster. She smiled as she saw the post office come into view. She slowed down once she got to the door. She walked up to the front desk. "Here you go. First class to Ireland, please." "Sure thing Miss Aldridge. Just in time for it to be shipped on the ferry. Here you go, some mail came in the other day for you." the woman gave her a huge stack of letters tied with a rubber band. Blair walked outside and flipped through all the letters, each one she had written to her brother that had been sent back. "What?". Blair plopped down on a bench and went through the letters and sighed. After a while she got so frustrated, she just shoved the letters into her bag, got up, and walked back towards the bar.
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