Prologue

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You cannot open the story of my life, and just go to page 630 and think you know me. For that, you need to win my heart,
and if you want to win my heart, write me letters. I want to see the pressure of the pen on the paper, the hard, dark phrases when you talk about your old days, and those long, curvy strokes when you try to predict your future.

I want to see the slant in your handwriting when you are excited about your words, and those little faces….what? Yeah these ones 😊😑🤔😣☺…. these smileys you put between every paragraphs.

In short, I want to see your name down at the very bottom, signed with love and passion.

P.S – I LOVE YOU...FRIEND!

- Aaryan.

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