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Post by Kahlen Jeanne Nox on Jun 3, 2010 13:34:26 GMT -5
Earlier in the day, Kahlen got an e-mail from her mother saying that her package of dance shoes should be at SDA. After lunch, Kahlen went over to the post office to pick it up.
"I have a package to pick up. Kahlen Nox," she said to the man at the counter. The post office was fairly small. The students probably didn't get a lot of letters because of e-mail and other forms of communication.
"Here you go," the man said, handing her the package after a moment of checking her name and getting the package from a back room.
"Thanks." Kahlen put the package in her bag and trotted out of the post office and back to her room to look at the shoes.
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Post by Somariel Lamaron on Jun 3, 2010 16:05:05 GMT -5
Monday evening, Somariel's mother e-mailed her to say that the package containing her longbow and a quiver of arrows should have arrived at the school.
Tuesday morning, after breakfast, Somariel went down to the post office to pick it up. Walking up to the counter, she said "I'm here to pick up a package. Somariel Lamaron."
Checking her name, the man went into the back room and came out with a long package that was nearly as tall as Somariel. There was also a long bulge at the center. "Here you go," he said, handing over the package.
"Thank you." Somariel took the package and headed up to her room to check the bow for damage.
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Post by Scott Logan on Jun 3, 2010 18:31:34 GMT -5
On the first Wednesday night, Scott received a message from the school post office that there was a package waiting for him.
The next morning after breakfast, he went to the second floor of the SDA building and walked into the post office.
"Hi, I'm Scott Logan," he said to the clerk. "I think you have a package for me?"
Scott walked out of the post office holding a long, thin tube containing his fencing sword, heading for the gymnasium to go through some routines and check that the balance of the blade was how he remembered it.
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Post by Ada Turing on Jun 24, 2010 12:06:18 GMT -5
Towards the middle of October, Ada went to the post office. The package waiting for her looked like it had been horribly abused - the cardboard box was holed, bashed in, leaking packing peanuts, and (from the postage still clinging gamely to the cardboard) from Dresden. Thanks to the peanut shortage, the cargo inside was obvious. A smooth, black aluminum case, about big enough to hold a large textbook, had been banging around inside the cardboard. The name "GlobalFoundry" was etched into one of its sides.
"I hope they work..." Ada muttered. "Surprised it even made it here."
((GlobalFoundry is a company that makes microchips))
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