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Submitted to Contest #101
Rain. Snow. It didn’t matter.Every morning around 8 a.m., Mrs. Keats emerged from her front door, strolled the length of her asphalt driveway, opened her black metal mailbox, and retrieved her mail. Every evening around 7 p.m., Carl noticed she returned to her mailbox and placed at least one letter in her mailbox and put its flag up to signal the postal worker.Over the past ten years that Carl lived next-door, he appreciated her dedication, giving her a wave each time he witnessed this marvel while getting in his car to leave or returning ho...
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