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Distance Makes The Heart Hurt

I held the letter tightly in my hands, disappointed. I could never be disappointed with her, but with myself—oh man, how I hated myself at that moment. I stared at the letter Elizabeth sent to my P.O. Box, the address I’d secretly given her so we could continue our yellow note exchange.

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“What the heck were we thinking?” My mother looked around the backyard of Elizabeth’s home. She and my aunts had spent hours meticulously...

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