B has a habit of cleaning his mailbox every Saturday.
Every Saturday morning is the same, even the advertising flyer in hand is the same as the previous Saturday.
B still read them carefully one by one to avoid missing important letters.
All his patience seemed to be waiting for today, when he found a special letter among a large pile of colorful advertising flyers.
The pure white envelope had several postmarks stamped on it, as if it was sent from afar.
B paused, but did not read it carefully. He threw the letter aside and continued to sort out the meaningless leaflets.
There was no expression on the face, no change in rhythm, everything was normal. It was only when I was disposing of the trash that I discovered that the credit card bill had been accidentally classified in the advertisement sheet and I almost threw it away.
The short story is finished. Idiot couple falling in love.
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