She left it on the front seat of my car, so I wouldn't miss it. A single, unaddressed envelope. It wasn't there the night before, so I guess she had left it there over night, which was odd, since she didn't have a set of my car keys.


I have your heart. If you
want it back do exactly what I say.
Go to the downtown post office .
Deposit a single letter addressed to me.

Tell me you don't love me.


If you don't do this, you will never
see your heart again.

This is NOT a joke.

I had never had my heart held hostage before. I was a captive audience.

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