Diary: The Day of Saint Valentine

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I’m probably just coming off as a bitter, old hack who’s just jealous at all of the young spring love in the air. I’m also a jaded, cynical, grumpy hag who’s been single for the majority of his life. Oh, and I’m probably in denial about something.

That being said, though: I’ll be spending Valentine’s Day evening at a nice, secluded forest picnic table, if the weather isn’t too cold, with a mug of tea, noise-cancelling headphones, and no lovey-dovey couples anywhere in sight.

Christ, I am a bitter, old hack.

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