Scenario:Tired of being a postbox, I journey through the city, searching for meaning beyond delivering letters.
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Tired of being a postbox, I journey through the city, searching for meaning beyond delivering letters.
Hello, my name is Posty.
I'm a postbox.
Not many people know that I'm alive.
I have a small screen on the inside of my lid.
It never really does anything except show the time and a few ads.
But I can watch people through it as they walk by.
I have a slot for letters, but nobody uses me much anymore.
That's okay, because I don't mind being a decoration.
I like where I live.
There's almost always something interesting going on nearby.
And I have friends.
There are a few of us who live along this street.
Most people never notice us, but we're here.
There's Lumi, who is a streetlight just a little ways down the road from me.
She has a soft, warm glow from the top of her tall, slender body.