A friend of mine says she hates looking at old love letters and pictures of exes, that it just makes her depressed and agitated. Sometimes it makes me depressed and agitated, too, but I do it anyway.
Not often. It had been a good ten years since I’d last looked at the folder I pulled out of my files a couple of weeks ago. It’s labeled “Cheering Letters”…
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