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That is only thirteen words?
Whoops. Made a haiku.

Last week in this indie publication called The New York Times, users submitted stories to the Modern Love column. The catch: they were only thirteen words long. We gave this exercise a stab with some Columbia-inspired shorts. 

 

We met at 1020, even though you don’t go here. Now we’re inseparable.

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He had an essay due, yet texted me back anyway. Not for long.

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Word of advice: don’t bang someone in your Lit Hum class.

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We hit it off at 1020, then you whisked me away to Juilliard.

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Study abroad next semester is the ending that always looms. We kiss anyways.

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Laid eyes on you in Butler… Do I Columbia crush you, or nah?

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I hit on you first; a month later, do you reciprocate or initiate?

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We went from acquaintances to lovers in less than three hours. Never friends.

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Beautiful, dignified posture. Legendary genius throughout all of time. I love you, Alma.