She puts them on papers, unconscious to everything save that they saved her the work of writing Wow! or Nice Work on thirty separate sheets of practiced q’s and f’s. Lower case is more difficult than capitalization and she sometimes means the adhesives she pulls from piles and piles of sheets filled with quaintitudes. Sometimes she even smiles and thinks about the angle she will position them with. She gave up long ago on making them straight, however.
He finds them stupid. Said so aloud when she put one on a Post-it note and stuck it to the inside face of his briefcase. It read, You’re the Best! She’d meant that one two, or she told herself it was at least close to how she’d put it. So it hurt when he came home angry, the note stuck to his palm like something he’d pulled up from his lungs and spit out to show the doctor. She tried to explain but couldn’t and let the words die on her tongue. He made a joke of it and she laughed along.
It’s still stuck to the top of her nightstand with the note he wrote underneath it.
"YOU'RE NOT."
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