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It was late in the afternoon on Valentine’s Day. A long day of chores, tasks, duties resulted in fatigue, frustration and a really funky disposition.
No chocolates or flowers or special dinners could take me to a long, Calgon moment. Remember those commercials? Besides, Hubby Dear was bereft of ideas beyond, “Whatcha wanta do?” He’d already been plagued by my female friends questioning his intentions for the day.
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