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songs & sugar She was a musician. He was a baker. She spoke in notes and rhythm and tone. He expressed himself in carefully measured flour and clouds of buttercream. Everyone said they wouldn’t

not that kind of letter I wrote you a letter, on paper. It seemed more significant than an e-mail. And this way you can’t forward it to all of your friends. I needed to

advice for the sixth task There are only seven Tasks. Not that many, really. And they do not necessarily need to be accomplished in numerical order. Truly, it would be easier to obtain the

risk & reward A game is not really a game unless it has proper stakes, she says. If I lose, she gets my heart. I ask her what I get if I win, because

preamble to an unwritten fairy tale She buys the rose from a traveling merchant selling all manner of wares, likely plundered from pirates or stolen from other more reputable merchants. A twitchy sort of

technicolor enlightenment We always drive without a destination. Destinations are overrated. The most interesting places are never found on purpose. Or they don’t seem interesting unless they’re unexpected. Decaying mini-golf courses. Laundromats. 24-hour diners