A series of unfortunate Valentine’s

A series of unfortunate Valentine’s

I have never been ‘good’ at Valentine's Day.  When I was 8, I received my first V-Day card from a boy in my class called David.  I hysterically cried, immediately ripped it up, shoved it in my red reading folder and disposed of it on the way home.  Ice queen from the age of 8 [...]

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