He turned the postcard over in his hand, her perfume on the pen. He had to read it again twice to be sure, to get the feeling right:
Pineapples ripe
Coconut full with milk
The sun is sizzling my skin and now I’m hot to the touch
When are you coming?
PS- Bring a spoon
He dropped the other envelopes and went to the closet for his suitcase.
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