[Lup isn’t much of a romantic, but Lucretia wasn’t going to get through the holiday without a little something. So there’s a tin full of chocolates (all made by Lup, natch) and a pink card with nothing inside but Lup’s name scrawled our in her familiar loopy scrawl at her door. Lup had trouble figuring out what else to write, so after an agonizing hour of scribbling things out on a notepad, she just went very simple.]
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