FRIDAY THE 14TH. Scary title? Oh no, slow it down. I’m just writing a love story again . And so please slip in your prejudices over what course this another love story will end up. And imagine that this is the first love note I have ever written. Well, this one you would not have to imagine: This is dedicated to the last woman who would’ve to own my heart—my wife. As such, how about re-entitling it: FEBRUARY 14th— The Day of Hearts. Good now? To the hopeless romantic out there who, just like me, had stumbled and fallen-- lend me a chance to prove that I have stood up and made up with whatever I came short of. There were times when my balls stretched back and hid inside my anus. But those were my embarrassing days. I was really sorry. I learned huge lessons. Therefore, friends, with due respect and out of love for my wife, let’s begin the story without reference to any of my past accounts. Downgrade your expectations. This isn’t the kind of literary t
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