All you need is love
Looking back in time, I can recall the first Valentine’s date I ever had. He was older, drove a splashy sport car and lived in Edmonton, Alta. A man of the world, he appeared suave and debonair as he entered the health food store where I worked to ask directions. Spotting me, as I stood in a pool of golden sunshine, clasping a beneficial bottle of calcium in my lily-white hands, he was overcome by – oh, cut the malarkey Helen. In truth I was slumped in a back room grinding a jar of organic...
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