# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

from my hands.

“You called me Button.”

“You were small and impossible to fasten into a winter coat.”

“I thought I imagined that nickname.”

“You imagined many better things than your childhood actually contained.”

She leaned her head against my shoulder.

“I wish you had mailed it.”

“We cannot change that.”

“But we can stop wasting what remains.”

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