Blue Jay,
Salut. I'm glad you're doing okay. I hope your move went well? That made me sound so old... went smoothly? Went okay? Take one.
YOU LIVE SO CLOSE NOW. I mean at this point you may as well come over for coffee and bring your letter with you.
But, I'm in Europe. I know, again. Romania this time. Not for long, then on to Prague. This is just a part of my plan in avoiding you...
Now. Stalker. I'm going to trust you with something. It's my number. I feel like we're taking a step backwards here because you literally know where I live but... no selling this, either. Please.
Speak soon.
Pa,
Ursuleț
P.S I knew you missed me. If you didn't, you wouldn't have replied... so...
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FanfictionYou're flying to Spain for a friend's wedding, seat 29B. When you start to feel a little claustrophobic, 29C switches seats with you. In the confusion, you end up losing an envelope, picking up something of his instead while he has yours. Weeks lat...
