Once I got past the elementary school Valentine shoebox stage, the “holiday,” and I use the punctuation with intention, gave me nothing but misery.
Whoever I was dating (or wanted to be dating) at the time usually didn’t come through. No card, no candy, no flowers, no affirmations. Valentine’s Day, almost every guy asserted, was a bogus observance overh…
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