Page 82 of A Slice of Love

Draw more pictures for me. Like you used to back in high school.

I need something new to hang in my locker.

I was thinkingabout your ankles the other day.

I know, I know. It sounds nuts.

But remember that time I told you I betyouhad sexy ankles?

I was right.

Also, I ate an orange today just because I missed you.

Stop judging me.

I was craving frozenyogurt tonight and went to a place just down the street.

It reminded me of our first weekend together and all those damn sundaes you made us eat because you went overboard with the junk food.

I didn’t eat ice cream for years after that. It made me sad just to think about it.

I love ice cream again now, and memories of that weekend make me allmarryand shit.

I don’t think you can say “and shit” at the end of a statement like that and it still be romantic, but we’re going with it. No takebacks and all that.

I love you, Frank.

Of course Jonaswould find a way to make me smile over the use of the word shit.

Someone should probably talk to him about his spelling though, because that’s definitelynotthe version of merry he intended to use.

I wet my finger and turn the page, kind of loving how sentimental he’s getting over our history.

I never thoughtyou’d give me another chance after everything went down with us all those years ago.

I’m so fucking glad you did.

It was the beard, wasn’t it?

Either way, you makemefeel like the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole world.

I love you, Frank.

Always have, always will, baby.

How isit possible he can take my breath away from across the country?

I flip the page again, and my brows instantly slam together.

Well,what’s the answer?You’re killing me here.

Answer?To what question?

Did he mean to write that?

I think back to the phone conversations we’ve had, trying to figure out if he asked me a question I never gave him an answer for, if this is some inside joke I’m just not picking up on right now.

I’m coming up blank.

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