There is no philosophy of the mail in this prison house fucking jail, another body unseen, white outlined. But here, nothing is what in folding seems. For when mail is shot, there are no detectives to pick the scene - or autopsies performed by docs - Why? Just dock workers here, masquerading in a package clear, with floor too neat, to which you might think, "a mailman's dream", no it is a mailman's worst fear, and that is the trick, or rather, all there is, for no philosophy of the mail, has ever been posted.
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Damn, I don’t even start hating my jobs this quick.
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