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That’s all the note said She ran her fingers over his handwriting It was a little messy, which made her lips tick up

No He would not make her smile He would not win her back She tossed the note in the trash

An hour later she went and pulled the note out of the trash and left it on her kitchen counter

That evening, she received a delivery

It was a box Inside the box was a sizzling steak, baked potato and a salad And another note fro, and you should eat I made this because I know you like steak IHope you like it

I love you, Amelia

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Daood nored, so she ate the steak while she stared at the note The salad dressing was a creaood

The next ot up there was another box at her front door, along with another note

Inside the box was a gorgeous handn, then opened the note

Thought thison your porch

I love you

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With a shuddering sigh, she carried the quilt out to the porch and draped it over her lap while she had hercoffee

With her mail that day caive this a try:

I’m imperfect, but you are the ether, and yet

I blew it Please give me another chance

And I knoe can make this last

I love you, Amelia

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As poetry went, that ful But her heart wasabout her every day

Damn him

Over the next two days there were at least two notes a day He fed her, gave her wine, a cookbook she’d been coveting that hadn’t even been released yet, and wrote another note with even worse poetry than the first one