Tick-tick-tick.
the typewriter went.
Tick-tok-tick-tok.
The clock went.
Her emotions flew from her fingers onto the paper.
Her mind gears were rolling fast.
So serious.
She knew what she wanted to say.
She knew everything she needed to do.
She understood.
She smiled.
'Maybe...maybe this will fix everything' she hoped.
She pulled the paper out of the typewriter, and held in close to her heart.
'Pure, hopeful, happy...' she quoted.
She pulled out an envelope.
She placed her letter filled with her emotions in it.
She gently licked it, and put postage.
She delivered it.
She prayed everything will be fine.
"If he gets this, everything shall work out..."
She believed.
That's all she needed.
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