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Dear Molly,
You're twenty one today! Only one year younger than me.
Around 11:00 o'clock last night, after giving up on Poetry, Quaker Oats, and Rabbits, I got to 'S'. Then it hit me. Strawberries.
I went outside and ran all the way to Marimba Farm. I woke a grumpy Ruth up from her sleep and begged her to let me buy three dozen strawberries.
"These must be pretty important to you if you're getting them at this hour." She'd said. And she was right, they were very, very important.
When I saw you walking by my house today (okay, I'll admit it, I was looking out the window waiting for you to come), I walked outside. I wished you a happy birthday and handed you the strawberries.
"How did you know these were my favorite?" you asked.
"Lover's intuition." I answered with a shrug. You looked at me with a face that said 'I want to slap you so hard', but I could tell that you were straining not to laugh. I think that's an improvement! I then pulled up my confidence pants (metaphorically, of course, I don't actually own a pair of confidence pants) and took a deep breath.
"Do you want to watch the fireworks with me at the festival tomorrow?" I asked. Although I'm pretty sure it came out sounding more like: "youwannawatchfiretomorrowme?"
You said that it depended on what mood you were in, and that I'd have to wait and see.
I take that as a yes!
I hope to see you tomorrow night. I'll be the one with the axe and the fiery bandana.
Yours (you'll realize it soon enough),
Luke
