The day before Valentine's Day I got an excited phone call from a friend. She had just been to the Unionville post office and picked up a package addressed to her husband. She phoned him to ask what it was and, quite properly, he refused to divulge any details.
I Googled the return address for her and found out that it was from either the Fellowship of Christian Magicians or an insecticide company in Wilmington. She had high hopes that it was the latter: her horse has mites, and she thought it might be some kind of anti-mite spray or powder.
No such luck. The next morning she was allowed to open the package -- and found that her sweetheart had gotten her a rose sculpture. No mite poison.
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