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Valentine's Day
Feb. 14th, 2011 05:55 pmSet upon his bike, Jack turned up the drive of a friend he hadn't visited in awhile. His clothes were grey, and dusty, like the cases slung on either side of his seat; as more of a whim than a plan, he hadn't bothered with leathers.
Even so, the cases had been set with exceeding care, and it was with similar care that he unpacked them to reveal a box of midnight hue and a slightly bedraggled bouquet. With those in one arm, he carefully made his way up to the front door with a careful eye for any who might be looking on.
Even so, the cases had been set with exceeding care, and it was with similar care that he unpacked them to reveal a box of midnight hue and a slightly bedraggled bouquet. With those in one arm, he carefully made his way up to the front door with a careful eye for any who might be looking on.
