I'm sitting in a folding chair in my mother's garage. The neighbors walking past have all remarked on how nice the weather is this morning (it is) and assume that I am sitting here appreciating a break in the humidity. What they don't understand is that I'm stalking the mail ma'am. If my passport doesn't arrive this morning, all hell breaks lose...
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