I spent the first 11 years of my life growing up in a condominium complex. I recall it as rather large, and there were only 2 central mailbox hubs for residents to retrieve their mail from. It seemed as though our mailbox was located precisely halfway through the complex, exactly 7 rows of buildings (I know, I counted every single day.) Momma hated the walk and found this aspect of shared wall living quite inconvenient. Some days she'd refuse to get the mail at all, "We'll grab both days tomorrow, it's not worth the walk," she'd say. But for me, the mail was magical.
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