My grandfather would tell me about how as a young man he'd answer personal ads in the paper all the time, how at any point he'd have a dozen conversations going on at once. And how this led to him getting to know the girl at the post office, how they would talk as he posted his letters, and he'd discuss where the conversations were going, and how soon they were close. And him realising maybe she was his true love.
Which makes him marrying one of the women he met through the paper all the sadder, in a way.
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