Saturday, August 6, 2011

Dear


our parking lot in albuquerque


Dear Jason,

When we left for Albuquerque, my mom gave me the Better Homes & Gardens cookbook, and your dad gave me a cloth-bound journal with a rainbow on the cover. My dad gave us fifty bucks to find someone to help us unload the moving truck. “I can do it,” I told him, but thirty-six hours later, we were standing in our new apartment complex parking lot, arguing over how to move a mattress between the two of us.

Love,

Leigh

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