[The note doesn't vanish immediately. She doesn't think to look for a response in his window, but it does catch her attention after a day or two. Curiosity wins out (of the two of them, she need not be wary), and she slides silently into his yard to pluck the paper from its spot. By the next morning, a new note is left on the sill, written in larger but still vine-y script:]
My apologies and some mercy, at your humble request.
Take care not to catch cold, Gattino.
[She also leaves a new copy of the poem, written out with larger lettering, stanza-by-stanza across several cards, and tied together with a black ribbon.]
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[She also leaves a new copy of the poem, written out with larger lettering, stanza-by-stanza across several cards, and tied together with a black ribbon.]