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in my inbox, none of which are of any

interest to me. “So, we have to be at the

library at four. I am so excited we’re

doing this.”

I would have ignored and deleted the

email had the subject line not read

"Emily". The poem I received in my

mailbox. I clicked it open while Chelsea

continues to talk to me. I nod and hmm

so she won’t think I’m ignoring her.