"clay was working one of those hot, sticky july afternoons again. the kind of afternoon that drags out a whole year, and then repeats itself over and over, until the leaves fling themselves off the trees in protest. munroe had him sweeping out back of the store. clay lifted his feet, hearing the "schtick" as they carefully extracted themselves from
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it's me.
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good to see you.
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when things get low it would be lovely if you sent me short stories through the post and i'll return with a rosie letter of random events and thoughts projected on paper and sealed with a stamp. a bit like our emails but fun as it means post (i'm still a child with receiving things through the letter box) xx
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and i will make you mixtapes and include photographs and letters and little things i think you shall like. and it will be just the best.
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