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Sticky-Note Love in a Clapboard House

Yesterday we visited some old friends, a couple who have been together for some thirty years. They live in a spacious and airy first-floor apartment in a hundred-fifty-year-old clapboard three-story house in a seaside New England town. If you've ever visited a spacious and airy first-floor apartment in a hundred-fifty-year-old clapboard three-story house in a seaside New England town, then you know what that's like. Tall ceilings. Giant windows. Big, red Oriental rugs. Lacy curtains that let in the smell of the ocean. Sturdy oak furniture that will outlive us all. Old photos of very nice people. Crowds of Christmas cactus and ficus with their backs pressed up against the windows, holding still so grandma cat won't notice them. And little sticky notes with "I Love You" written in all caps, stuck on the inside of one of the kitchen cabinet doors.  Zzzzzzzzttttt. The record player needle screeches.  Stop.  Wait a minute. Has anyone written "I Love You" in a

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