This never happens. Ever. The newspaper does. not. land. on. our. front. doorstep. And for some reason on Wednesday morning, Mr. Newspaper Delivery Man felt a little of the fabulous summer weather affecting where he decided to land our Pioneer Press. Thank you for not throwing it in our hostas, in our middle island, on the driveway 30 yards away, next to the lion by the studio.... right here is just fine. Nice aim, and please keep it up. We appreciate it.
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