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Dead Letters to Tomorrow
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Edwin decided the slot was a trick, maybe a prank from the new postmaster. He marched next door to ask his neighbor Rosa if she'd seen anyone sneaking around his porch that morning.
Rosa laughed at first, then went pale when Edwin showed her the milk bottle stamped with tomorrow's date. 'My grandmother told stories about that slot,' she whispered. 'She said it only opens for someone who's about to need it.' Edwin asked what she meant.
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Rosa explained that her grandmother used the slot just once, to save a sick child by ordering medicine from the next day. 'Use it for someone else,' she said firmly, 'never just for yourself.' Edwin nodded slowly, thinking of all the people in town who might need help.
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