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Grade
7

The woman felt a drizzle begin to fall, quickly turning into a shower, then a full-blown thunderstorm. Her clothes were soaked, head to toe, yet she continued on her walk to the post office, not seeming to care about the pouring rain and lightning all around her. She made no remark as she walked into the post office, leaving puddles wherever she stepped, and placed the package on the counter. “Excuse me, ma’am, can I help you?” the postal worker asked. The woman gave no response, she only looked at the package, possibly contemplating what she should do. After almost a minute of silence, she took it off the counter, opened it, and showed the contents to the worker. His blood-drained face looked as if he had seen a ghost. The woman continued to walk out, the doused, flimsy cardboard box in hand.

State
FL
Zip Code
33138