Love Letter.

When the summer is hot – so much that the ends of my hair frizz up – I think of you.  Fight hard, fight brave, but don’t be stupid.  I’ll stay out of the sun and avoid tanning.  I’m waiting, spending Valentine’s alone.  But you wanted to fight.  So be safe.  Don’t die! Come back to me.

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