Also, when I was a little kid in upstate New York (age 6 or 7) and there was this older boy and he made me a clay heart and my mom got upset about it and threw it away...Well, he just ruined my life. He just set my expectations so high for all the ways that men and boys would act like they could truly show their hearts and how much they cared.
Just kidding. Obviously, he didn't ruin my life.
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