Little sister, rumor has it you have run off to Barcelona to nurse a broken heart. If you are reading this, please get in touch. I'll fly you out here and we'll go to the upstate house and sift through old stuffed animals and climb up to the widow's watch and smoke a little pot and wail for our husbands who have been metaphorically lost at sea.
Call or email me, I'm worried.
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