“Last summer in the bowels of my closet, I found a tiny folded-up piece of paper, which turned out to be an eight-year-old love letter that my fifth-grade sweetheart had written me back in elementary school. It was all horribly misspelled and hilarious, and I realized I must have stashed it away so my parents couldn’t find it. The letter closed with “Plez write bak so i know you feel the same.” So when prom time rolled around, I did. On the same piece of paper, I wrote: “Sorry this response is so late, I’ve been totally swamped for the past eight years. Anyway, I just want to let you know that the feelings are totally mutual and I was wondering if you would want to go to prom with me.” I left the note for her to find during her first period class.”
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