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“What do you want, Sam?”

“That’s private,” she said, her voice smaller than she wanted. sammmnextdoor

“Exactly. Because I have it.” A pause. “Okay, I have one piece of it. The postman’s been mixing up our buildings again. You got my issue of Modern Farmer last month, and I got your… let’s see…” Paper rustled. “Handwritten postcard from someone named June in Portland. Says she misses the way you laugh at your own jokes before you finish telling them.” “What do you want, Sam

“You’re getting predictable,” she said instead of hello. “What do you want

Ellie looked at his window again. The light was still on. And now, so was a small, unnameable thing in her chest.