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It is all good. You get to be your own valentine today. Just like me. How’s this: let’s both go find a soup dumpling place and enjoy the hell out of it. Happy Valentine’s Day, T. From: c.sun16@email.com To: t.sol18@email.com Date: February 14, 2019 Subject: Re: Happy Valentine’s Day Perfect. I’ll eat a saucy, steamy dumpling in your honor. Have a good one, T. See you back here next year, C.
I nod, numbly, and when he holds out his hand, palm up, I carefully set my mittened hand down upon it. Callum laughs again. The sound is addictive. “No. Give me your phone, Terra.” “Oh.” I reach into my pocket, pull my phone out, and hand it over. He texts himself and hands it back. “Text me your address. I’ll pick you up at seven.” In shock, I watch him walk away. I look down at my phone. He’s created a new contact with his number. The Hot TA. Oh my God.
It’s the boy who thanked me for replying to his typo email and who sent me a note the following year to make sure I got at least one valentine. It’s the guy who gave me advice about going away to school and asked me how my mother was doing after having breast cancer. It’s the man who lost his father to cancer in the depths of the pandemic and worried about how to best support his mom and his sisters while still pursuing his dream of going to graduate school. It’s my soup-dumpling buddy. It’s my conundrum wrapped in a mystery tied with a puzzle shoved in a pickle jar. It’s the only person with
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