“That’s love? Candy?” She looked at the stack of letters, wishing she could read them. Surely, they had a simpler explanation. “Yes. That and so much more. Love’s . . . well, love is candy and walks underneath a starlit sky. It’s babies and . . . it’s trying to make the other person’s life better. It’s many things.” Her father tapped the tip of her nose, which made her smile. Was that love too? “You should believe in love. It’s real. It’s all around you, just in different forms. You’ll see as you grow. You’ll realize that not all love looks like the love I have for your mother. Don’t you
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