Mrs. McPugh's mailbox was right alongside ours and it suddenly started sending out signals to my brain that said "open me, take this mail and hand it to Mrs. McPugh." I huffed a 'no way' in protest and turned back toward Grandma's. The mailbox was jumping up and down and huffing back at me, 'it wouldn't hurt you to show a little milk of human kindness, you know'.
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