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[final_letter]

[Matt's playing with computer innards when he hears what sounds like hail against the windows and goes to investigate.

It's not hail. It's a pastel rainstorm, bouncing off the gutters, collecting in the street below. Matt opens his window, plucks one of the pieces from the sill, and eyes it dubiously. It's a candy heart.]

What the actual fuck,

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[timeforjam]

[Pokes head in.]

Yeah, they're weird. Lots of 'em hit Ed on the head. It hurt.

Taste okay, though.

[final_letter]

Hey! What are they for? Is that a stupid question?

[His carpet is still polka-dotted, but he's managed to get the background and the dots to almost the same shade of bright blue.]

[timeforjam]

They're candy! Valentine's Day candy!

[She's got some in her pockets. Because she's Ed. She pulls one out and looks at it, then looks at him.]

Fax me.

[final_letter]

[He raises an eyebrow, then actually looks at the one he has in his hand.]

"U+2665." Haha, cute.

You ready to unlock my carpet yet, man?