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It's kind of a thrill getting back into the swing of things, more so given it, Yelena, he wasn't going to disappoint; there were flowers, and he had gotten together some of his knives and wrapped a red ribbon around them, weird, but endearing.
He liked it. He liked her.
He didn't bring his bike; he brought the jeep; he got lucky that one of his favorite places still had a couple of reservations open.
Who the fuck goes on a first date on Valentine's Day... People like them, he supposes.
He's got the flowers and knives in his hand as he knocks on the door.
He liked it. He liked her.
He didn't bring his bike; he brought the jeep; he got lucky that one of his favorite places still had a couple of reservations open.
Who the fuck goes on a first date on Valentine's Day... People like them, he supposes.
He's got the flowers and knives in his hand as he knocks on the door.
