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August 24, 2006

I'm sitting here with a cup of coffee, staring at the fridge covered in post-it notes. It's become our little game, hasn't it? We leave notes for each other, sharing our thoughts, feelings, and reminders. It's our own secret language. LetsPostIt.24.08.06.Claire.Black.Audrey.Black.A...

I love our post-it note conversations, Claire. They're like a treasure hunt, discovering what the other person has written. It's like we're sharing a secret that no one else can understand. August 24, 2006 I'm sitting here with a

Audrey, my little sister, loves to read them. She'll often try to decipher our code, but some notes are just for you and me. Like the one I left yesterday, reminding you to meet me at the park at 3 pm. You wrote back that you couldn't make it, and I found out why when I saw your note on the kitchen table. It's our own secret language

Then I started leaving notes too. We'd write about our day, our dreams, and our fears. The notes became a way for us to communicate without anyone else understanding. Mom and Dad would shake their heads, wondering why we're always sticking little pieces of paper on the fridge.