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Next Thursday: Same Time
“Next Thursday, same time.” Music to his ears. He swore one day he’d create a melody to those words and write a love song.
Rogers, Pietro surmised, was wary of causing alarm by Pietro’s frequent visits to the store, because when Pietro sought him out to remind him the kimono needed to be picked up, Rogers said he would be going alone. Pietro was dismally disappointed. But not for long.
When the kimono was back in his eager hands, he found her note in that very sleeve.
“My Pietro,” it read, and he felt like a silly virgin all over again. “I believe I am ready to call you ‘My Love.’ Until I see you again, my heart aches.”
And here it was, 8 p.m. lights out, and he was waiting for the guards to cross over on their perimeter walk so he could fly through the wi
