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I was sitting in my room, browsing the web, when I heard a truck stop infront of my house. glancing out of the 2nd story of my small suburban house, i saw the mailman walking away from my mailbox. he got back in his car and drove off. wondering what could have arrived at 3:30pm on a friday, i got up out of my comfy swivel chair and trotted down the stairs, swinging open my front door and checking the mailbox. it had a small package in it addressed to me. "that's odd" i murmured to myself. i didn't order anything... and who would send me a package? my relatives dont care enough about me to send me things. i swiped it out of the box and walked

Blowup Mountain Part 1 The screened door swung open with a squeak followed by a loud bang as the rusty spring slammed the door shut. I stared intently at the man that stepped through the open doorway and out onto the rustic porch. Realizing quickly that it wasn't who I was looking for, I turned my gaze away from the door, and back out over the rolling grassland. This was my second summer working at the Triple H Bar Ranch in eastern Wyoming. Casey and I had become good friends and more last year.  I was looking forward to seeing him again. We had a lot in common; both of us were big baseball fans, we were from major cities back East and we