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My heart was pacing and my palms were sweaty as I tried to appear cool, calm and collected. I was standing in line at my local post office waiting to pick up a package you had sent me. I was excited, so excited to see what you had sent to me, but I was worried too, as usually the packages were just put into my locker.So here I stood, between a older business man and a teenage boy, waiting to see why I had been forced to e...