Scented paper, the most expensive kind. Two pens, one pink and one green. (Only pink would be too feminine.) She sat at the cafe, alone, carefully penning out a letter. On her way home she dropped it into the mailbox.
She smiled. Tomorrow, the postman wouldn't answer her hopeful eyes with ones filled with pity.
She smiled. Tomorrow, the postman wouldn't answer her hopeful eyes with ones filled with pity.
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