It's valentines and again I don't really care. Sometimes I hate being single. Sometimes I hate waking up alone or even worse, waking up with someone who's name I'm not even clear on. But this year, I put aside my bitterness, and remember those that I have truly loved in the past. The boy I thought I would marry. The one who got away. The liar. The
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you are THE leslie.
and THE leslie rocks.
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