Elena, I hope you’ll forgive me for writing this on the same parchment I’m supposed to be using for a love letter to Sugar or Blossom. The irony doesn’t escape me. I’m expected to pour out my affections to them when the only person I can think about is you. Every time I’m made to dance with one of them, I keep wishing you would take their place. You’d probably trip on purpose just to make me laugh. You have the incredible ability to find humor when there shouldn’t be any, and I admire that quality more than you know. It keeps me sane. Blossom would want sonnets and metaphors that make no
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