So onwards I tracked and tracked and waited and it was delivered, I knew the fate of that small package, that on delivery would still be far from my reach, about fifty steps away, stowed in a locker where tiny packages are destined, ready to be retrieved with a small code sms'd by the courier man, a hardworking future man, who stuffs things inside of small cubbyholes, so much like a cell of a beehive in the larger construct of things, operating with a touch and a large screen, where you input the code, a smiley face flashes the door automatically open where you see the package that was being silently tracked.
Did it know it had stalker's?
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