I spent Valentine's Day playing frisbee golf, frisbee, and Risk. No smells of warm breath as someone drifts their pink lips up from your chin to a place where they seem to fit like the pieces of soft and slick jigasaw puzzle. Instead a dozen soon-bloom roses, made of Hershey Kisses and a thin sharp piece of metal wrapped in sticky green paper, and
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