#9 Bubba face with slightly scorched eyes from that spectacular eclipse, hanging out illegally with Scooby on the US mail box, waiting to be picked up. Now the mailman comes daily @ 1 pm, just wondering if Bubba has sense enough to go home with someone or will wait for the US Mail. Something nostalgic about snail mail. The excitement of anticipating the post and what will come, reminds me slightly of this project.
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