#a396 :: Business letter
March 18, 2009
She had set up the square little red worktable on end, its legs surrounding her as if she were behind a counter.
She offered me anything I wanted to eat. I said I’d like some coffee and strawberry cake. She served it in imaginary hunks from a little tin tea set.
I pronounced it delicious.
That night, she left this on my desk.
She’s seven.
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