Walked into the foyer this afternoon and see a package sitting on the ledge by the mailboxes. I see my name written on it, and recognize the handwriting immediately. Was not expecting another package from Sweden! I clutched the package to my jacket and run downstairs to my apartment, reveling in the notion that someone had me in their thoughts. I mean, it's nice to have something waiting for you after a long, rough day.
Thanks, Rebecka. I'll be sending you my dentist bill in the very near future.
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