In less than a week, Valentine's Day will descend upon us like some giant cherry-colored vulture. In years past it used to rile my feathers, either in anticipation (if I had a girlfriend) or indignation (if I didn't). Funny thing is, even "un-begirlfriended" as I am this year, I'm not feeling any bitterness. I think I've just given up and declared myself out of the whole picture.
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