“He wasn’t perfect or anything. He wasn’t your fairy-tale Prince Charming or whatever.
He tried to be like that sometimes, but I liked him best when that stuff fell away.”
Do you have like a scrapbook of pictures and letters he wrote?”
I have some pictures, but he never really wrote me letters.
Except, well there are some missing pages from his notebook that might have been something for me,
but I guess he threw them away or they got lost or something.”
“Maybe he mailed them to you,” she said. “Nah, they’d’ve gotten here.”
“Then maybe they weren’t written for you,” she said.
“Maybe... I mean, not to depress you or anything,
but maybe he wrote them for someone else and mailed them—”
“VAN HOUTEN!” I shouted. “Are you okay? Was that a cough?”
“Kaitlyn, I love you. You are a genius. I have to go.”
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