April 4, 2005

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  Just a quick note:

  
  

  I went to Mystery Girl and asked if, perchance, she had saved all the poetry I have given her over the past several months.

  
  

  She has. Every. Single. One.

  
  

  I now have in my possession a folder near BURSTING with notes and poetry I have given her. Soon begins the glorious and laborious task of copying every precious word into my poetry journal. I hope I have room…

  
  

  The poems she has read are in the side pockets. Those she has not yet read are loose in the center. Here is what is most touching, however: some of the poems in the center are those that she has pulled out to re-read.

  
  

  When she told me this I wanted to LEAP so happy was I at hearing that. Oh Mystery Girl, when you finish reading that letter you’ll know what I’ve been trying to tell you for these past months. You’ll know without a doubt.

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