From: MillieTo: All StaffDate: 07/02/20, 11:32Subject: Secret Valentine’sHello everyone!After the success of Secret Santa (thanks for my box of scrumptious chocolates!), I’ve decided to launch a Secret Valentine. It’s just for fun. Names out of a hat. Come by my… Continue Reading
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Last night Sally dreamed she was kissed by Lauren Bacall. The actress’s silky hair veiled the moment from Sally’s husband who slept beside them. Awake and in the shower, she clutched the kiss in her hand so it wouldn’t slip… Continue Reading
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Look at him, chasing those eggs around with his fork. Such a child. Nearly cried when he realized he’d forgotten Valentine’s Day. Did cry when I forgave him. You’d never know he was a prize-winning “genius.” “But he loves you!”… Continue Reading
One last dozen or so, eh, I think to myself as I return to my apartment and see red roses sitting outside my door. It’s Valentine’s Day and my ex-girlfriend must be getting ideas again. Ha! What kind of girl… Continue Reading
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Lily Rose Jones slowed to a stop on the shoulder of Highway 5, sixty miles out of Los Angeles heading North toward San Francisco. A florist by trade, automatically she noted spots of color on the hills surrounding her. Although… Continue Reading
It was the Valentine day. Had I been in my senses I wouldn’t have dared to do it, but then love is said to blunt your senses, isn’t it? It was Namita’s well-known voice, from an unknown number. Her friend’s,… Continue Reading