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01/25/2036

The building was somewhat modern; built up to two floors, not including the attic. It had a small garage and driveway, with a wall built up around the rest of the front garden. The front garden itself wasn't too large- and was mainly path, but there was a small patch of grass. At the end of the garden stood a small letterbox. It only had “Tobias” painted on it, in red and block letters.

The front door opened as a brunet male started to walk out. His hair had strands of grey; dyed stubly in random parts. He wore a light brown coat- oversized. His plaid shirt was a mustard colour, mainly. It was tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans, with black boots.

The man trudged down to the letter box, shrugging his coat on more as he exasperated, his breath being visible like a small cloud. He swiftly made his way down to the letterbox, hasitly pulling out the single letter from the box with a small huff.