A Debt of Gratitude
One hot and sunny afternoon a long time ago, I had just returned from work by bus to my home in Toronto. As usual, I collected my mail from the mail slots on the ground floor lobby before heading up by elevator to my rented studio apartment on the second floor.
Whether it was some kind of ominous premonition that I had been feeling downcast all day while…
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