The mailman left me a note yesterday. I had to go to the post office to pick up my husband's foot locker. It was cracked and covered in customs stickers. Some of those stickers were in Arabic. That's this whole other language.
The footlocker itself was made of plastic. It wasn't sturdy like the good ol' WWII footlockers. I wonder it that is a metaphor.
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wow! this is very hard to read...I would not want to be in your position right now...not knowing what is going to happen. You are a very brave person and I look up to that. I feel it would be very tough to talk about what to do if something went wrong. This is a very strong statement that you have made and I'm glad that you are sharing it with others.
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