Thank you for coming to life...
Brian visited the mail box a day late and found two utility bills, an ad for carpet steam cleaning, and a dirty brown sock. Against his better judgement he lifted the sock to his nose, as if by sniffing it he'd be able to tell who it belonged to. Fortunately the smell was non-descript but Brian wondered who would post a sock to number five Smith Street and where was the other sock?
The street was quieter than usual and Brian sat for a while on the red brick mail boxes. He placed one bum cheek above number five and one above number four. He noticed a bundle of junk mail wedged tightly into number four but there was no sign of a sock or any utility bills for that matter.
He waved to the street sweeper as it hummed and sprayed past the flats, but the driver had his head down and seemed to be the kind of person who didn't want to make friends. Brian found that most of the people on Smith Street seemed to be the kind of people who didn't want to make friends...
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