Snails eat the mail before I can retrieve it. By the time I get the invitation to the Christmas party for our street there's just an uneven hole where the date would have been. When I take the letters out I prise the snails from them and stick them to the drain pipe. The snails, not the letters.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
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