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Where is that man?", I think, as I pace back and forth, thoughts of mistrust and savagery screaming through the blur of my conscious. The package was late. In fact, the package had been late, for six days now. How will I ever know what has become of my darling device? Only mystery and a fine layer of dust on my banister would respond, and even then held no answers in the bright mid-fall sun. Oh, such words I would have for that postman, if ever he did come.