At the end of our street, just beside the walking trail outside Madison, Wisconsin, stands a mailbox that has never received a single piece of mail.
Not one letter.
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At the end of our street, just beside the walking trail outside Madison, Wisconsin, stands a mailbox that has never received a single piece of mail.
Not one letter.
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