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by @arubybluebird

There is something intimate in the way you place commas in sentence. It's as if each paragraph alone is a love letter within a love letter. You say "Gladys, good morning. I love you." And I sort of melt a little on the inside. You say, "Goddammit, Gladys. Never, never tell me that what I feel for you is not love." And I know it in my veins and in my mind, which are more endearing than my heart, that I love you, too. I hope you can feel the sincerity in my commas.
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