Sara I know I've already told you this but I think its awesome you would take the time to clean your grandpa's house. It says alot about who you are and speaks volumes to other people about who your God truly is. I know your not supposed to end a sentence with "is" but I think thats a dumb rule. Well I hope by the time you've gotten to read this you've gotten a chance to relax a bit after cleaning both your grandpa's house and your own. I'm looking at our sink overflowing with dishes and cups and I think you may have inspired me to help out my mom a little too. And I just shot myself with a pellet gun thinking it was empty, well ok I shot the wall and it bounced back and hit me in the arm. It didn't hurt as bad as it might have but still, ouch. Anyways I feel a little guilty since your doing work and I'm screwing around on the computer, so I'm going to go ahead and add my part to the story.
After deciding that the coast was clear, Sal reached through the slightly cracked trailer door into the pale sunlight of the morning to retrieve his mail. Something about this morning was not like the other mornings; even up to the postman being unusually early. Sal was plagued with an eerily hollow feeling despite his double decker pancake breakfast. Sal's finger touched the rusty metal hook on the tip of the mailbox and pulled it down opening the mailbox door with a faint creak.
Only his left arm protruded from the door, taking great caution to make sure the rest of his gangly body wouldn't be exposed to the sun. Sal stretched his arm over to the mailbox from the safety of his trailer sanctuary and with his index and middle he pressed down into the mailbox. He clipped a few letters in between his two fingers tightly and slipped them out stealthily with his letters in his grasp, causing the mailbox lid a sudden clank. Sal's left arm then retreated within the confines his dark interior leaving once again only his green eye to pierce the otherwise clear day through a small crack in the door. What he had been waiting for had not arrived.
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