Early edition

In the morning I heard you typing and opened one eye.  It was the newspaper.  Granted, it was online, because we’re young and can’t bear to leave bed if we can help it.  But you were reading the news, and I thought my heart might be done.  I closed my eye and rolled over and smiled and pretended to sleep, and I was pretty sure it was love.

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