A framed picture of Alessandro Sagredo sat on my desk. The frame itself was square, but the photograph cutout was shaped like a heart, its edge studded with rhinestones seated in the small pools of the glue from the hot glue gun. The left half of the frame was a hideous Pepto-Bismol pink; the other was covered in pink glitter. Massive plastic jewels decorated both. The image of Alessandro was black and white, and on it in pink glittery marker someone had written, “My smoochie poo.” I would recognize that cursive anywhere. My twenty-eight-year-old sister took the time out of her busy schedule
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Why ? Because you did the same to her ahah : VINDICATIOOON ! x)
