Shelly walked down the thick snow coated street, singing softly to herself from her good mood as she made her way home from Bennie’s, the coffee shop that she worked in. The night was cold and the music playing in the passing cars left her in a wistful mood. Her black wool cat shaped beanie that she had made last year covered most of her short blonde curls while her matching scarf she had made this year covered up her pale and half frozen face. Valentine’s Day was almost over, and she had some cake in the fridge waiting for her at home.

She hadn’t been thinking of who was waiting for her in her small warm apartment that she was slowly making her way towards, but she didn’t have to be thinking of them. They thought she was thinking of them, and that was all that mattered to them a...

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