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My heart started beating very fast. It was just a piece of paper, creased in the middle, with my name written in his handwriting. Very cautiously I opened it as if the paper might fall apart on my palms. The note read in his usual script: “I realize this perfume is a little but then again I am saving for the necklace you have always looked at. Thank you for trusting me, even when I don’t say it. You are my gift for all time.”
