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God, I buy so many second-hand books that I must have an entire holiday resort's worth of postcards from them ...
Found 40p in a second-hand bag today, and have found endless receipts, shopping lists etc. in books. My best one was a rather mundane postcard dated a few years earlier, which rather anally contained the sender's address. I decided to write back to them in the persona of the addressee, reminding them of people they had mentioned (John broke his leg, went to Millicent's funerla the other day, love to the boys). I have no idea how it went down of course, but it felt surreal and fun to do it. |
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