Delay
The mailman wants to be a chef. He dreams of cupcakes and salads, shuffles his feet to the ticking of egg timers as he slips collection letters through door slots. At lunch, he eats tuna salad on crackers in his truck and imagines a too gray France. Tonight, he will murder his wife and son.
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- 5.13.08 / 10pm
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