I once dated a guy for about five months. After Christmas, which was the fifth
month, I didn't see or hear anything from him again for a whole month. I thought
that it was the end of our relationship. Then Valentine's day rolls around, and
he shows up at my workplace during lunch time. He comes and sits down across
from from me and acts like I should be happy to see him. My friend, who was
sitting next to me, asked "what did you buy her for Valentine's Day?"
He
shrugged and answered, "I thought about going to Wal-Mart to get her something
but it was too far out of the way." After that, the bell rung to signal the end
of lunch. I got up to leave and he followed me. That's when I broke up with him.
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