In a crowded room, amid the clink of champagne glasses, a woman stares at a new kind of postcard, I thinks for a minute, and says "Wish you were here." On the way home that evening, she slips the card into a mailbox. A few days later and half a world away, a friend flicks a switch on the card, hears the clink of the glasses, and watches the sender and her friends jostle in front of the card. He chuckles, and forgives the cliche.
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