I merely dreamed that a letter would come addressed to me, a love letter, that I would take it to my room and read it again and again and memorize it and pore over the handwriting and try to imitate it and change my own ink to green if the handwriting were in green ink. But who would write me a love letter?
Monday, November 30, 2015
Faces in the Water - Pg 130
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