"A gift from the city." Connie looked dubious. "I'm not sure why they would want to handwrite me a note, but I guess I'm...oh!"
Connie had gotten a look at the writing inside: loopy script, expressive words, a tell tale envelope. The pot had just gotten thicker.
"Dearest Connie," the girl began, reddening. "You made me free simply breathtaking since out first meeting. I have never met a girl with such articulation and wit, an eagerness to..."
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Connie had gotten a look at the writing inside: loopy script, expressive words, a tell tale envelope. The pot had just gotten thicker.
"Dearest Connie," the girl began, reddening. "You made me free simply breathtaking since out first meeting. I have never met a girl with such articulation and wit, an eagerness to..."
Connie trailed off.
"Yep. It's a love letter."