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Valentines Love, Deliciously Creepy

I have mentioned Schelia in past posts, an old friend of mine from Jr. High who insists that I broke her heart in the 7th grade.

Since I moved across the street, we no longer work together, but we see each other a time or two a week. She is ever ready to express her undying love for me.

No problem, right?

Well, it’s Valentines time. Their part of the company had a little contest for who could make the best valentines card from a paper bag. Dozens of creative bags line the back wall at fleetHQ. Today I was called to come over and see the wall.

Here is what I found, adjacent to a terribly happy Schelia and an entertained crowd.

“Don’t you think it looks like you?” She asked excitedly.
“Totally,” someone else responded.
“Yeah, pretty much so, Schelia,” I agreed.
I hugged her and she promised to wait for me until she’s 80.

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