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P.S. Meet me at the park tomorrow at 2 pm. -A

I'll keep writing, and I know you will too. Our fridge will be covered in a rainbow of notes, a reflection of our thoughts and feelings. LetsPostIt.24.08.06.Claire.Black.Audrey.Black.A...

The first note I found was from you, reminding me to pick up milk. It was stuck to the fridge with a tiny smudge of blue ink. I smiled when I saw it, thinking about how you always forget to write your name. I knew it was you, though. Your handwriting is like mine, but with a few loose loops that give it away. Our fridge will be covered in a rainbow

Yours, Audrey

Then I started leaving notes too. We'd write about our day, our dreams, and our fears. The notes became a way for us to communicate without anyone else understanding. Mom and Dad would shake their heads, wondering why we're always sticking little pieces of paper on the fridge. I smiled when I saw it, thinking about

Dear Claire,

P.S. Meet me at the park tomorrow at 2 pm. -A

I'll keep writing, and I know you will too. Our fridge will be covered in a rainbow of notes, a reflection of our thoughts and feelings.

The first note I found was from you, reminding me to pick up milk. It was stuck to the fridge with a tiny smudge of blue ink. I smiled when I saw it, thinking about how you always forget to write your name. I knew it was you, though. Your handwriting is like mine, but with a few loose loops that give it away.

Yours, Audrey

Then I started leaving notes too. We'd write about our day, our dreams, and our fears. The notes became a way for us to communicate without anyone else understanding. Mom and Dad would shake their heads, wondering why we're always sticking little pieces of paper on the fridge.

Dear Claire,