"All hail Papa John's," I whispered, tears dripping onto the love letter I was writing below. "No one does it like me."
I addressed the envelope covered with Paramjeet's kisses to 69 Peonie Street.
"Farewell..." I choked on the last syllable and watched the jesuspigeon fly away with the letter containing my true feelings.
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