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It was like that scene from Harry Potter. Alex was sitting in his apartment, minding his own business, playing a computer game when the window flew open and letters started pouring in. They came through the window, under the crack of the door, from everywhere it seemed. Scraps of paper, actually Valentine's cards, messages scrawled on the margins of newspapers and magazines.

Alex jumped up and tried to catch them and after a few minutes, they settled, covering the flat surfaces in his living room.


Much bigger than you seem. Making everything alright, the first one read.

You know if I was more the traditional type I'd be giving serious thought to
making serious moves towards you. You know, THAT kind of serious. As it is
I'm just really glad that you're someone I've gotten to know at all, said the second.

Alex stared at his room, shook his head and grinned.

This was some kind of seven.

Hey Tony! Got your message. You could have just sent it on Valentine's day, you know.

Sus? I think I got one from you too.

Anyone else want to claim any of these? Promise, they're all making me grin and feel honored and such.