[There's heat in his voice now. He tries to push it back, he really does, but this is something he hasn't even been able to look at for years now, and she has it and is acting clueless.
Why would to go to her mailbox? Why wouldn't she bring it to his?]
It belongs to me.
[Passed down in the family. He'd tucked it away with a few mementos he couldn't bear to dispose of and never looked back. His stomach lurches as he remembers what else he'd kept inside the journal's pages.]
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[There's heat in his voice now. He tries to push it back, he really does, but this is something he hasn't even been able to look at for years now, and she has it and is acting clueless.
Why would to go to her mailbox? Why wouldn't she bring it to his?]
It belongs to me.
[Passed down in the family. He'd tucked it away with a few mementos he couldn't bear to dispose of and never looked back. His stomach lurches as he remembers what else he'd kept inside the journal's pages.]