There's good mail and bad mail. I remember when I was a kid, all mail was good mail. It meant a party was around the corner, or grandma had sent some cash. Bingo.
But the older I get, the sight of mail ails me. Bills and unwelcome solicitations.
However, today Kayleigh and I have received the good kind of mail--the first round of our books. They look good, and we're rearing to go. We're about to poke the box.
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