Valentines Day Weekend
Last Sunday was St. Valentine’s Day; I was perched on a barstool. I was in a pretentious establishment you know the type? This is the kind of place where the lobby is tailored to stand for class status and wealth, basically everything that I am not. It was date night. We were in the process of rekindling this tradition that had long since died from the lockdown and the birth of my son. The said…
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