But Really
I found this note sloppily folded in half outside a college dorm. The saddest part is the way the writer kind of runs out of steam at the end.
I found this note sloppily folded in half outside a college dorm. The saddest part is the way the writer kind of runs out of steam at the end.
I work in the mail room of a small university. We occasionally get deliveries for people who are no longer here; in this case, it was a small bouquet of flowers. Alas, the intended recipient left, years ago.