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It's All About the Half Price Cinnamon Hearts
Seems every Valentine's Day some well meaning soul tries to sympathize with me over my single state, which always has me blinking in surprise, even though I know it's coming.
I figure having a significant other* is kind of like having a tail. Some critters would be lost without thiers and start falling out of trees or whatever. Me, I wouldn't know what to do with a tail. It would throw me off balance and I would surely get it caught in a door in very short order.
To each their own. Have a cinnamon heart.
*Have I ever mentioned how I loathe the term "significant other"? It's so clunky and inelegant. And also vaguely insulting to everyone you're not sleeping with.
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