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Vanity is the word of the day
As men and women alike swamp the stores to buy Lavish gifts for their beloveds. Eager they are to impress yet becoming frusrated, they shall stop at Nothing to obtain the perfect gift. This rampant spending drives me mad, and I try my damnedest to hide from this Inane ritual paving the way to bankruptcy. No justification exists for this frivolous spending! Every year, it gets worse, and I question the worth of this "holiday". Someone get this worthless event off the calendar! Despite my wishes for such a merciful measure, I know it will never happen; And thus I shall balk as 2/14 comes and goes once again, forever Yearning for this day to be like any other.
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