Our paperboy is quite mysterious. I can go out and look to see if he's around. He is nowhere in sight. I come back in and hear the paper hit the porch.
This morning I heard the paper and ran to see if I could catch him. He was gone. How does he do that?!
He is also quite talented. He manages to hit the wind chime with the paper everyday. I think that would take some skill. I thought it was an accident the first time, but nope - every single day he gets it.
Do you think he's messing with me? Maybe he hits the chime and hides to see if the idiot will come out looking around. I bet he's in the bushes laughing like a fool...or at the fool.
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