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2004-02-08

It's so sad to see, the month before Valentine's Day always shakes relationships apart. The saints martyrdom at work. It seems like every year, a handful of people always break up.

I have never had a truly teddy red and roses and tons of chocolate gawdy Valentine's Day. So for Rue, I will, in a most disgusting and too red and pink for anybody kind of way. Just once, for the record at least.

With maybe poems hidden on the insides of heart shape chocolate boxes. And small notes on the bottoms of Hershey's kisses.

With love, to love.

PS. In Ohio, we love Hoho. Scroll down to see us braving the snow and rugged highways.



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