Literature
February in the Heartland
She'd left the shop with a final insult. He'd taken it over the rim of his coffee cup, his brow pulled down in the slight way that said he'd felt every word of it. BC had strut out like she'd won, but this whole thing was far from over.
They'd turned their dates, or lack thereof, into a tit-for-tat. She'd lied about having plans, and unfortunately it'd been to the one person who'd dedicate their entire night to proving that she had.
The portion not spent with a magazine to mitigate that he was spending yet another Valentine's Day alone, of course.
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