Sometimes I get love notes on tiny Post-its: on the bathroom mirror, on the seat of my bicycle, on my laptop's monitor. I tuck them into an obscure pocket so that the delight of finding them can be repeated during the day. I wake up in the morning feeling blank and ragged, and when I see my love's spindly handwriting, my heart leaps the way people
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