Actually, she wasn't bad. But she lacked some serious judgment on Valentine's Day '91.
My mom and grandma forced me to write letters to my relatives on a regular occasion so when it came to signing cheesy Valentines Day cards, it was second nature to sign it with love. Unfortunately, I only closed it with 'love' to only one person that year: Peter B.
And also unfortunately, Peter B signed his card with a 'love' to me as well. My teacher then stated, 'Kate and Peter are going out!' Thanks. Thanks a lot. As if writing 'love' on the back of a punched out, flimsy card with a dinosaur on it that says 'You Raaaaaaaawwwk' is a contractually binding agreement between to people. You're right.
Plus, his dad lost toes to a lawn mower accident. Who wanted to be associated with that?
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