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That same Monday, in the afternoon and seconds after Emily went through the shop door directly to the private space where their mail was being delivered through the wall, she ducked her head into the mailbox. She had been waiting for this moment all day at school. Full of excitement she pulled out a plain envelope with a French stamp on it. It had been stamped in Paris! How cool was that?! As she examined the envelope further she saw there was no address of the sender on the back, but the address of the bookshop must’ve been written by a female, considering the handwriting. But wait. The address of the bookshop? She examined the envelope again, and saw the letter or whatever the envelope might contain, was addressed to:
The Cave Bookshop
26, Shelton Street
WC2H9
London, UK
Though both the bookshop and their apartment had the same address, if this envelope was meant to be addressed to her, they would’ve simply wrote her name on it, instead of the bookshop’s, didn’t they? Thinking about what to do with it, Emily decided to take it up to her room and open it. It had never happened before that they got post from France, not that she could remember at least. It wouldn’t hurt if she opened it first, would it? She leapt up the stairs, not stepping on each step, but omitting a few each time. In her room she opened the letter...
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