So this morning, I go into the Post Office in Harlem, Georgia. I don't see anyone behind the counter. There a man standing by the mailboxes. I said to him "are they open?" He replied in a huge Georgia accent, "Oh yeah, he's back 'ere, till bout 12:30. He close earlier if the fish are biting". I made sure I got my money order before the fish started biting.
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