On this very special day in time we pause to laud St. Valentine. He is a mystery and no one knows just how his death became the rose that we all seek the night before as we scramble to the grocery store only to find there are no more. So we move our focus to calorious sweets and wonder where the good ones went, and desperately seek the card with the slightest hint of sentiment. Valentine, whomever you were, your memory may be all but faded, but thanks to you this time of year there’ll be plenty of women depressed, lonely, frustrated.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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