Like a Big Pizza Pie...

Ah, I am swimming in a dreamy pink sea of love. Yesterday, Valentine's Day, was truly romantic. Beautiful Loverboy and I spent the day running across hilltops covered in wildflowers, eating chocolates, and inhaling the sweet fragrances of dewy scarlet roses. To finish the day off, we hopped on an airplane and flew to Venice, just so that we could spend the night lazing in a gondola as it wove through the entire system of canals in all of Venice. I have just arrived back in Redlands, and hardly notice the jet lag for the dizzy scent of L'Amour that surrounds us.
Oh, what's that, Nicolas?
I apologize, but I must go, as my Lover has proposed that we spend the weekend out at sea in the remote Micronesian archipelago of the Phoenix.
Until then,
Aimee

Someone set us up the bomb.

What you say!

I am bad. So bad. I absolutely hate people and animals. In fact, I probably sacrifice them. No one likes me, but of course it isn't my fault. I should just go back to New York because I am a corrupt Jesus.


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