From: Nick Acevedo
Date: January 21
Subject: Confession
I'll see your confession, and raise you mine: I don't remember how I lived before you.
I was thinking about our wedding when I was out running last night. The stars always remind me of you, and I remember how much I liked you that first night. I thought I knew you back then, but I knew nothing compared to these past few months.
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To: Nick Acevedo
From: Erin Walsh
Date: January 26
Subject: Arrived at the station
It's good that we can agree on liking each other, such that we made poor old Bartlett marry us on the spot.
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To: Erin Walsh
From: Nick Acevedo
Date: January 26
Subject: Arrived at the station
Come on. Bartlett enjoyed the fuck out of us. We brought a whole lot of amusement to another boring night of lobstering. That's your gift in life, Skip. You make the most ordinary things quite extraordinary.
Stay warm up there, Skip. When I get you back, I want to see all fingers and toes intact.
Here's my confession: I can't stop thinking about you.
Nick
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To: Nick Acevedo
From: Erin Walsh
Date: January 26
Subject: Arrived at the station
Me neither. It's annoying.
*but not too annoying.
Chapter Seventeen
Erin
To: Erin Walsh
