I was distracted this week by your handsome older brother, Art. It was just a fling. However, as is sometimes the case, our brief union bore fruit and I found myself creating, not writing. I'm not quite over him, so perhaps we could just live happily together, a ménage à trois, if you will, of Art and Writing and me, coexisting peacefully.
Slightly more than half of my love, Eliza
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