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The Five Orange Pips: Good Riddance (G)
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vayshCanon Story: The Five Orange Pips
Title: Good Riddance
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vaysh
Rating: G
Words: 60
For four weeks now, the letter, postmarked from London, has been lying unclaimed in the Savannah Post Office. Postmaster Henry Irving touches the expensive paper. It gives off a whiff of ink and... orange juice. He feels the hard pips inside. Hooded cowards are at it again. A flick of his wrist, and the letter slides down, into the bin.
Title: Good Riddance
Author:
vayshRating: G
Words: 60
For four weeks now, the letter, postmarked from London, has been lying unclaimed in the Savannah Post Office. Postmaster Henry Irving touches the expensive paper. It gives off a whiff of ink and... orange juice. He feels the hard pips inside. Hooded cowards are at it again. A flick of his wrist, and the letter slides down, into the bin.
