Last letter. You open the Bronze Star and Purple Heart, placing them with care on your bed. Sitting and reading his yellowed last letter. At the bottom a drawing of red poppies and his last words. I love you. I miss you. I need you. Memories. That cloudless hot July day, taking you in his arms kissing each freckle on your face. His hungry mouth on your hard cherry nipples.
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