“And then I stand on tippie toes”

Mail comes and Goes and where it stops, literally no one but the postman knows. I sit at the window as it comes and goes and then I stand up on tippie toes to reach the long awaited mail, just to find out it was a flyer for kale. This was written by Annalise (11),…

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