I had already decided who he was: a bitter, stingy old man.
I was wrong.
I grabbed the bag and marched up his porch, anger leading every step.
I knocked hard.
“Delivery!”
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I had already decided who he was: a bitter, stingy old man.
I was wrong.
I grabbed the bag and marched up his porch, anger leading every step.
I knocked hard.
“Delivery!”