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Old Love Letters

In the beginning, he called her every day.

The first time they made love was in the shed on an old mattress full of dust and cobwebs. She closed her eyes and pretended they were at the Ritz. She’d heard it was fabulous.

Work, the weather, the ball games = the excuses. She read all his old love letters and waited for romance to return.

When she scrimped and saved, & suggested a weekend at the Ritz to rekindle romance, his excuse was work-weather-the-ballgame. But she found out it was really his secretary.

She burnt: letters, mattress, shed.