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The odd thing about this form of communication is you’re more likely to
talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this
nothing has meant more to me than so many… somethings.


I turn on my computer. I wait
impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my
chest until I hear three little words: You’ve got mail. I hear nothing.
Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own
heart. I have mail. From you.

Joe: You know, sometimes I wonder…
Kathleen: Kelly: What?
Joe: Well… if I hadn’t been Fox Books and you hadn’t been The Shop Around the Corner, and you and I had just, well, met…
Kathleen: I know.
Joe: Yeah. I would have asked for your number. And I wouldn’t have been able to wait twenty-four hours before calling you and saying, “Hey, how about… oh, how about some coffee or, you know, drinks or dinner or a movie… for as long as we both shall live?”