The Things We Carried
The package arrived on a Thursday. It was small, maybe six inches by four, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. No return address. No stamp. It had been hand-delivered, which was unusual in a town where nobody delivered anything by hand. Margaret set it on the kitchen counter and stared at it for a while. She had learned, over the years, not to open things immediately. You just stared....
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