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Small pause.
“Yes,” she said. “This is Hannah.”
“From the store.”
“You got my letter.”
“I’m sorry if it was too much. I didn’t know if I should leave it, or if that was crossing a line, or—”
“I’m glad you did. I’m… still processing.
But I’m glad you wrote it.”
“Do you…want to meet?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said immediately. “If you do.”
“I do,” I said, surprising myself with how true it felt. “There’s a café a couple of blocks from the store.
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