Tonight, Tommy offered to go to McDonald's and get a Diet Coke for me. I told him he didn't have to; it wasn't Valentine's Day anymore.
"Every day is Valentine's Day," he reassured me.
Faith overheard and asked him, puzzled, as he was putting on his shoes, "What about Easter? Easter isn't Valentine's Day."
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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