There it was. A key. Lying just a mere foot from the curb at the corner of 11th & 4th, a unique looking key a bit bigger than usual, ornate at the top. Monday morning. Did a female give it to a guy and he dropped it after they went their separate ways? Or some female trying to return it and it was refused, knocked out of her hand and landed in the street as they both walked off and left it. If only that key could talk.
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The sign on the side of the van, read in huge letters: O C S. As they say in marketing, if your names doesn’t convey what you do, it isn’t a good name. I look, but I don’t see any images or anything else on the van as it passes me that illuminates what the three letters mean, until I see the much smaller print underneath. It reads: Over Seas Courier. I’m still trying to figure that one out.
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