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Mr. Wilkins - Deepwater's Postal Carrier

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He just looks so dang happy. - probably my favorite character from the town. "That's the old post office," he announced, pointing toward a weather-beaten cinderblock building. "Mr. Wilkins still delivers the mail, but mostly it's just stuff folks send each other." (Which is exactly what it is in real-life, too). An elderly zombie in a faded postal uniform was sorting envelopes beside a bicycle. "Hi, Mr. Wilkins!" The zombie raised a hand and moaned, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" in response. (Classic zombie dialog! I love this guy!)
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Greta the Climate Goblin - Episode Two: The Beast in the Barn (Interlude - Farihaven Historical Society)

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Monday, 07 October 1985 - about 7:45 p.m. MONDAY EVENING — FAIRHAVEN HISTORICAL SOCIETY      The last of the "regular" members had left at fifteen minutes ago.  The meeting room was comfortably furnished.      Framed photographs of Fairhaven's early settlers decorated the walls. A glass cabinet displayed antique farming implements, old schoolbooks, and a collection of Civil War memorabilia. A coffee urn stood on a side table beside a plate of cookies.      Bob Mercer stood at the head of the conference table. Around him sat several members of the Historical Society, the inner circle, if you will.      Among them was Mrs. Helen Voss, the pharmacist.      Bob waited until everyone had settled back into their chairs. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming on such short notice."      He smiled. "I know Monday evenings are inconvenient for some of...
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Greta the Climate Goblin - Episode Two: The Beast in the Barn (Bulls and Bats)

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Sunday, 06 October 1985 - about 6:30 p.m. The Josephson Property Fairhaven, Illinois      Dusty let out a sigh. "Hell. I'm going to regret this. Green Bean, you're after me. Elliot, you're next. Chet, you ride drag."      Greta grinned. "We're going down?"      "That's what I just said."      "Awesome!"      Dusty pointed a finger at her. "Don't make me change my mind."      She immediately straightened up. "Yes, sir!"      "Don't 'sir' me, kid. I worked for a living."      Chet chuckled. "That's an old one."      "Still works."      Dusty crouched beside the opening and directed his flashlight down the staircase. "All right. Everybody watch your footing. One step at a time. If something doesn't feel right, say so."      Elliot nodded. "The upper portion of the staircase appears structurally sound. I can't speak...
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