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Ellie looked at his window again. The light was still on. And now, so was a small, unnameable thing in her chest.

“Define normal.”

Ellie shifted on her fire escape, the wrought iron cold even through her sweater. From here, she could see his window—three floors down, two across the courtyard. The light was on. Of course it was. It was two in the morning. sammmnextdoor

“Exactly. Because I have it.” A pause. “Okay, I have one piece of it. The postman’s been mixing up our buildings again. You got my issue of Modern Farmer last month, and I got your… let’s see…” Paper rustled. “Handwritten postcard from someone named June in Portland. Says she misses the way you laugh at your own jokes before you finish telling them.” Ellie looked at his window again

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