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Annika made the final adjustments to her makeup and wondered what Bob had in store for their Valentine's Day date tonight. Frankly, she didn't expect much. Sure, Bob was a great guy, and they got along well, but the man was born without a romantic bone in his body. His idea of a perfect evening seemed to involve a plate of Nachos and a Farrelly Brothers DVD.
The mirror reflected her mouth as it twisted in a wry smile. He probably would have completely forgotten Valentines if she hadn't given him several large hints about it. The well-placed jewelry catalogue didn't get his attention as much as her loud musings about lingerie, but it had worked out well enough in the end. |
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| "Happy Valentines Day," he'd told her on the phone this morning, a smile in his voice. "Let's do something special tonight,"
Annika fervently hoped that "something special" didn't involve organized sports. The doorbell rang. She hurriedly smoothed her hot pink dress, checked herself in the mirror and moved across the living room to the door. Read the rest of the story here... |
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