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Just a quick note between classes:
This morning, I checked my PO box in the UT Station on the West Mall. I did my usual thing. A couple of hours later, I realized I didn’t have my keys. After a couple minutes of thinking, I had remembered that I had to have had them this morning to open the box. I run down to the office, get in line and ask the clerk. Sure enough, they found the keys. Matched the PO box key to me and sure enough, even remembered me from a few days before when I went in there for something else.
For all the trash-talk that the USPS gets, today, as Kari would say, they are rocking my face off.

By Brandon Kraft

My life is an open-source book.

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