dirty, secret valentine

So ... I came home on Friday night to find *this* on the front step.

Uh-huh.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" I asked C.

She acted confused. "What are you talking about?"

I produced the note. "Who's Ivan?" I demanded. "Is this what he calls you, his 'Talking Computer'? Is that his pet name for you?"

C read the note and laughed. Laughed! Another Valentine's Day ruined. Ruined! Damn you, Ivan! Focus!

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  1. aw i wish i found random notes on my doorstep :) then again knowing my luck...maybe not lol

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  2. strange, must be a missing part of an important story.

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  3. Even funnier, the Russian student of mine who dropped by the house a few days ago to sell me a sheepskin is named...you guessed it...Ivan.

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  4. I'd like to know a little more about the Habit Remover Ivan's building!

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  5. Maybe its your muse playing with your head

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  6. romance is not dead.

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  7. how come you always find the good stuff?

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  8. Susan, more to the point, why is he picking up and examining garbage?

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