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Getting the mail has become one of those

tedious tasks, but I insist on doing it, so

my kids or husband don't have to carry

this burden. I finger the edges, finally

deciding what to do. I open the flap,

feeling inside the envelope. I gag when I

finally pull out the contents. Pictures.

Tears sting my eyes, and my hands

tremble as I hold onto the sheets of

glossy paper for dear life. I knew that

things were too good to be true. I knew