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24. Hey There, Sweetpea
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2024-10-29 19:42:56-Aline-Labor Day Weekend | Talu’s first time visiting Mei in upstate New York...
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My finger breaks the seal and glides under the envelope flap. A faint smile touches my lips, knowing who the letter is from.
Hey there, Sweetpea.
Greetings from Washington! I hope you've finally settled into your new place out in Syracuse. I sent this with Talu, because I didn't know where else to send it. So, hopefully you get it before he locks himself away with Mei for the weekend.
The last line makes me laugh since those two are doing a whole lot of nothing. I left them alone after our dinner with some of Mei’s classmates, thinking I'd spare myself of the — ahem — noise. But it turns out I made myself scarce for nothing. A very frustrated Talu met me at home. He thrust a letter and a package at me before headi
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