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Sherlock

I went to my mailbox and was in shock, There was a mysterious letter in there. It was from a person named Sherlock, My nerves on edge, I fiddled my hair. Its arrival was from across the pond. I thought to myself “Why little ole me?” My inner voice was quick to respond “ Send it back.” Was her honest plea.” Although my hands were shaking badly, I ignored my conscience and opened it up. What I saw touched my heart gladly. My friend with whom we shared a pup, She had moved to England so long ago. Told her fiancee’s best friend all about me, I write back, our conversation had a nice flow. It’s been two years, now Sherlock is my bestie.

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Date: 5/27/2023 4:42:00 AM
Good Morning Alexis. Your entry is very touching with meaning. It is the simple things in life that hold the greatest of life. Thank you for sharing. May this day find you well. Blessings always (smile)
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Date: 5/21/2023 4:53:00 PM
- We rarely get personal letters in the mailbox these days...most of them go by e-mail - A nice letter, Alexis - hugs
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