The front yard of a middle class home. GLADYS, a woman in her sixties, is pruning flowers. HERB, an elderly mailman, enters with his mailbag. HERB: Morning, Gladys. GLADYS: Hi, Herb, how you doing? HERB: Fine. Looks like it’s going to be a hot one. GLADYS: Looks like it. HERB pulls some mail out of …
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