Also at Jablonski's door I tend to smile a little, for reasons known only for a few...
This week has been hard... The sun is bearing down on the lonely mailman and the heat is no picnic. A stop in a stairway (which happens e.g. when something needs to be written) means that the cooling effect of the breeze stops and the sweat starts pouring out. Not the prettiest sights I suppose.
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