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To the postmanMy mate phoned me today to tell me that the postman where we work died last week while out on his rounds. He wqs only 34 years old and had a brain hemmoarge while delivering the post. We used to chat to him everyday for well over a year, but the awful thing is we never exchanged names. The other terrible part is his father diied a week exactly before him. I feel so sad for his mother and family that have been left behind. A good way for him to go though he had been doing the job since he left school so passed doing something that he enjoyed
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