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Lou put off writing to Erin for a month. Then she woke up one morning and there were snails all over her window blocking the light and they were on the inside and Lou thought ok that's it fine I'll do it.

She sat down, not even bothering to try to move the snails. She sat down right in front of them but with her chair turned to the side so she didn't have to look at them directly, and held her notebook open and a pen over it poised.

Dear Erin, She wrote at the top of the page. And stopped.

I dream of her too?

I dream of her, I don't know what else to tell you. Can we have coffee or something?