Love Letter

February, 1989

Dear Reader: I just want to tell you how much I love you. I love your mind. I love your heart. I love your soul. I love the silly way your nose crinkles when your favorite quarterback is sacked. I love those wackily soft triangles of skin on the top of your feet. I love the pattern the sweat makes on your T-shirt and your grunts of pain when you bench 225. I love your nostril hair. I love that vulnerable curve to the small of your back. I love the way you tell a joke, the way you soft-soap your...

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