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\u00a0I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn’t sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door, then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed. <\/p>\n

\u00a0I winced. My mail comes through the mail slot unless it’s registered. I get a really limited selection of registered mail, and it’s never good news. I got up out of my office chair and opened the door. <\/p>\n

\u00a0The new mailman, who looked like a basketball with arms and legs and a sunburned, balding head, was chuckling at the sign on the door glass. He glanced at me and hooked a thumb toward the sign. “You’re kidding, right?” <\/p>\n

\u00a0I read the sign (people change it occasionally), and shook my head. “No, I’m serious. Can I have my mail, please.” <\/p>\n

\u00a0“So, uh. Like parties, shows, stuff like that?” He looked past me, as though he expected to see a white tiger, or possibly some skimpily clad assistants prancing around my one-room office. <\/p>\n

\u00a0I sighed, not in the mood to get mocked again, and reached for the mail he held in his hand. “No, not like that. I don’t do parties.” <\/p>\n

\u00a0He held on to it, his head tilted curiously. “So what? Some kinda fortune-teller? Cards and crystal balls and things?” <\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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