i just opened my book for a little goodnight read, and out fell a very thick piece of folded cream paper - a piece torn from another book. on the opposite side of the text is a boy's name, email and phone. if only i could remember our chance encounter. does he remember? though i don't remember this mystery person, this makes me feel a bit enchanted. he has typical boy handwriting, very jr.high. except he writes the letter 'a' sharply, like a backwards '6' from a basic calculator. for some reason this little tear seems special. i have a small collection of similar cards, numbers, and pieces of torn paper that i keep on the window sill by my bed (shhh . . . it's a secret). i'm not really sure why i don't just throw them away. seems rude, doesn't it? i think i'll keep this little surprise in my book for awhile.
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