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Kip clicked through his contacts. He dropped individual messages to Harris and Shane to add more.
But not Scott.
Twenty-four hours later, he opened the group chat to almost 100 members.
Kip: Hi! I’m Kip, Scott’s husband. I’ve gathered you here to ask a favor. Our first anniversary is next month. If willing, please write a note to Scott. I want him bombarded!
Kip added their mailing address.
Within a week, the cards started arriving.
One became five. Five became twenty. Soon, the kitchen table disappeared beneath the cards.
Scott read every card and cried.
Kip smiled.
It was beautiful.