it was lovely. i read it through three times.

were i ever to share my situation with a stranger and then show them what he'd written, i think that they'd mistake his open arms for a full embrace. i knew better.

we both knew that there was still a barbed-wire fence between us, but this letter was his way of pulling two horizontals apart to help me squeeze through.

it was still going to be hard as hell confessing my sin to him.

i filled Fletch's water bowl and took a quick shower.

i packed a few items into an overnight bag in case my words came out right and i ended up staying over. the bag was translucent and i did my best to organize the contents so that strangers wouldn't be looking at my underwear but dobbs'd be able to see the pomegranate.

i spent a few minutes stroking the tips of Fletcher's ears, popped my headphones into my own, and headed out into the night.

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