Three norms girls, about your age in their early twenties, trounce down the street examining the mailboxes.
“1-4-3-2. I think this is the place!” one announces, looking at the numbers on the side of your box and then locking eyes on you.
The other two girls, who had been scanning other buildings for the apartment number, walk over to join her at the entrance.
“Yeah, this must be her place,” she concludes. “Of course, she’d leave a tiny on the mailbox to mark it for us.”
They walk right past you up to the door. A sign on the door tells party-goers to just come on in, which they do. The third girl is straggling behind, walking past you when the other two get to the door.
“Wait up,” she yells, skipping by to catch up.
“1-4-3-2. I think this is the place!” one announces, looking at the numbers on the side of your box and then locking eyes on you.
The other two girls, who had been scanning other buildings for the apartment number, walk over to join her at the entrance.
“Yeah, this must be her place,” she concludes. “Of course, she’d leave a tiny on the mailbox to mark it for us.”
They walk right past you up to the door. A sign on the door tells party-goers to just come on in, which they do. The third girl is straggling behind, walking past you when the other two get to the door.
“Wait up,” she yells, skipping by to catch up.
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June 3, 2023
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