Tonight after hot dogs and roasted marshmallows, I drove up the big hill above the valley. Miss D was in the kitchen unwrapping pina colada Starbursts. We turned on the Marvelette's. (The beginning is our favorite, so we had to press rewind a few times.) Then we sent a letter. The post script said: Our lives are empty without you.
And we meant it.
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