Kelley’s my valentine. I’ve loved her ever since I saw her, standing in line at the grocery store. She looked like an angel. She ignored me then, hidden in a cashier’s uniform, but she won’t ignore me anymore. I know it. After all, it’s Valentine’s Day. And she’s in my basement, chained to the wall. She’s covered in red paper valentines.
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