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I took the long walk of torture tothe mailbox and opened it. I reached inside and pulled out a small stack of envelopes. I began to flip through them, "Bills, letters from mom and dad, postcards from the grans, college tuition." I looked at the last letter with his name and address. I gasped and ran inside not bothering to close the mailbox back. I flung the other letters onto the kitchen table and tore into Jim's letter. I knew it was him because no one knew that I was writing him- I didn't need anyone telling me I was wasting my time. The paper was light yellow and smelled of cologne, whiskey and cigarettes. The ink he wrote with was purple. I began to read it...