The journal she left open on purpose
I didn’t read it. She knew I wouldn’t. We both knew what it was for.
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Writing at the kitchen island
Where I write the letter every Saturday night, between two homework fights.
The Hallway
A funny letter every Sunday about the kitchen, the hallway and the two teenagers in between.
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My notebook of things they said
Six years of overheard lines, and the ones that became letters.