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How many of these little love notes had they written to each other now?
Henry had gotten into the habit at some point of sneaking one into the stack of papers on her writing desk, even when he was right there. Utterly ridiculous, but Inga still smiled.
At a certain point, she decided that she should also occasionally send a few when he wasn’t looking. But hiding it in a stack of letters wasn’t her style. She thought of better places.
It took him a while to find the first few, and he was confused at first. She liked that.