Jenny's days, like her love life, spiraled ever downward into a morass of nothingness. Until she found that first slip of paper. Was it to her? Was it wrong to read? Did it matter? It was love, the one thing she lacked and yearned for, so... could it be wrong to think that maybe, just maybe, it was real...
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