he got a letter a couple of weeks ago from a girl he knew. he carried it around, about to throw it out, about to open it, about to read it, about to do a million little things with it. the letter was burning a hole in his pocket. one day, the man died. in his jacket pocket was the letter from the girl he knew, never opened. when they buried the man, they buried the letter with him in his jacket pocket, still unopened, never read.
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