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"It smells like sage," claimed she.
"I'm cooking," replied he.
"Well, that's a first," exclaimed she.
I'm going to do it. I'm going to tell her everything
Again, he began writing his stream of consciousness onto the card. More of him was spilling out than the ink from his pen.
Who was this person who was writing like a mad man? Is this what love does!?
And he kept writing.
"A card!" she exclaimed, "A CARD! I'll write Jonas a card!"
and she did so
but she ran out of ink
and out of time
Woe to the republic...