On the morning of June 28, 1948, I walked down to the post office in our little Vermont town to pick up the mail. I was quite casual about it, as I recall - I opened the box, took out a couple of bills and a letter or two, talked to the postmaster for a few minutes, and left, never supposing that is was the last time for months that I would pick up the mail without an active feeling of panic.
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in our little Vermont town
in our little Vermont town
active feeling of panic
active feeling of panic
talked to the postmaster for a few minutes
talked to the postmaster for a few minutes
- I was quite casual about it, as I recall
- I opened the box, took out a couple of bills and a letter or two
- I left, never supposing that it was the last time for months that I would pick up the mail without an active feeling of panic.
Are you dumb? Why do you keep doing that? Pick ab or c stop giving other answers that aren't the ones provided
I apologize for the incorrect responses. Here are the answers based on the options provided:
- in our little Vermont town
- active feeling of panic
- talked to the postmaster for a few minutes