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on the last few tedious days of my a-level art exam,
i found a blue plastic bag full of transfer letters.
i picked up the sheet holding these letters & instantaneously i thought, "i love that typeface".
in that moment i realised that love really does exist, no matter where, when, or who/what for.
i graffittied the windowsill over a month ago, & my handywork is still there.
someone else believes.