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Screen name Commander or Princess. Wants to meet in PetSmart. Measures height to shoulders. Asks how old you are in dog years. Thinks computer’s “pause” button is misspelled. Asks if you’re fixed. Avoids exchanging photos. Re-roofed summer house for $100. Can’t understand fuss about quintuplets. Too interested in e-mailman’s schedule.
Every afternoon Harold walks to the faded red mailbox. Twenty years ago, he carried a letter to it, an apology, a confession. He didn’t mail it, and so it grew yellow in a drawer. Today he reaches for the letter, hand trembling with hope and regret. Mailboxes won’t wait forever.