you get to face me as if nothing has ever happened before.
none of it made sense to me, never.
not now, not later.
what is Valentine?
. . .
nothing.
just another day.
another stupid day for singles.
for those who know what sweet-talk-for-nothing phrase means.
so my mind is really blank, i can't really think of something or nonsense to go on.
Cointreau, signing off.
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