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Sumo Tough Love Valentine Contest - Winners Announced


The Grand Prize Winner

I remember my first and only love. Her name was Emma. Em for short. Ah yes, Em P. Tree. We was like peas and carrots. I’d just sit there for hours listening to her. Something was wrong though. There was a… a distance between us. We searched for ages to find a solution. A few years ago, our solution was found. We discovered a counselor by the name of Ivy Pod. Her friends called her I. I Pod showed us how I could take Em with me as I traveled to work, the gym, and even on long walks. Em would whisper right into my ear instead of from a distance as before. Through an ill act of fate, however, Ivy Pod got caught on the wrong end of a automobile mishap and was missed dearly. Em P. Tree and I again started having problems in our relationship. Just a few months back we found a new counselor, Ivy’s daughter. She went by the name Nano and has helped us in the same way as Ivy and even got rid of some of the baggage that Ivy brought with her. Em P. Tree and I would love to keep Nano from suffering the same fate as Ivy Pod, so we have decided to attempt to acquire a bodyguard. We only want the best, so we a trusting a Sumo wrestler to handle the job. Please help Em and I protect our precious Nano.

By Kisan on 01.25.06 at 04:17 PM

The Runners-up

Everyone who entered will receive a Sumo nano flip case in red!

Grand Prize: (2) $200.00 United Airlines Travel Gift Certificates (retail value $200) (2) Tickets to a real sumo match at the US Sumo Open at the Los Angeles, Convention Center, California One night stay for (2) two at the Roosevelt Hotel in Hollywood, California (retail value $229 per night) (2) Sumo nano flip cases, in red of course! (retail value $29)

100 Runner-ups will recieve: (1) Sumo nano flip case in red (retail value $29)

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Official Rules

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  • The Sumo Tough Love Valentine Contest will begin as of this posting.
  • Deadline for entries: Tuesday, February 14 at 11:59PM Pacific Time
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I spent my day of love with my valentine with a thought of fullness. The nature is made by five substances. The essence of merger creates a world, which give us sole identity and feeling to share. In all composition the single feeling of love is complete. The pleasure of meeting, the flavour of sharing, the pain and rain of dreams. All can be achieved just by falling in love with true feeling of love and dedicating a full day for your love. So, we thought to pass this day in our life of history with such an idea of fullness.A thought or an idea is incomplete if it didn’t get it piece of implementation. So how can we achieve this mission to fulfill our lovely day…Thought..thought. We had the answer. We could went to spend the day with a material, who is made by five substances. Oh! thinking about nature. Guessed wrong. We knew the answer. As a couple to serve love for each other, we compel to follow the rule of love. Fullness.

So, you got the answer…not…Oh..we tell you.We went to spend our day in an orphanage with some kids who were desolate and alone. H/She is alone born and have the five substances, but fate is not with them, so become alone. But you don’t know the their destiny . We know sometime that what we are doing is right and wrong.This time we as a lovebud knew that it was our time to judge, and that what we sow in time, we reap. We sow love and affinity and the affirmation of nature to counsel love in human’s sole.

And rightfully, you know the answers, that we get the fullness of love in the dreamy eyes of children.We shared and celebrated love like this.I too follow this, this year also.


Posted by MONICA SAXENA on February 12, 2006 at 2:45 PM (CST)


In 2003, I was to meet my girlfriend, Dana, at the airport on Valentine’s Day.  It was more or less a coincidence that she was coming in on that day.  Her semester abroad was finished, as was her little tour about the countryside. 

  I woke up with a vicious hangover, though remembering to pick her up in the morning.  I looked around the room, but it wasn’t familiar.  I looked to the foot of the bed and saw feet.  But two of them weren’t mine.

  And to think this was the first misstep I had made since Dana left.  To top things off, I’m late.  I get up, quietly, gather my things, and I’m out the door.

  It’s not til I’m outside that I realize that my pants are too big.  They’re not even mine; they’re the property of the girl I just left in bed.  And I don’t have a belt.

  So, I run out to my car holding my pants up around my waist. 

  It’s a mad drive to the airport which is about fifteen to thirty minutes away depending on how you drive. 

  I was pretty much freaking out, wondering what Dana might think.  Would she know?  I’ll play it cool, I tell myself.  How can she guess what I’d been doing if I don’t even know what I’d been doing?

  We were kinda off and on before she left.  We patched things up with a literal distance between us.  I almost convinced myself to turn around and call the whole thing off.  Cut my losses.  I started thinking how it had been before she left.  I didn’t even see her off at the airport.

  Valentine’s Day two years before, I had taken Dana out for a nice dinner.  She came back to my place and we fell asleep in front of the tv.  I woke in the morning to static.  My legs were asleep, so I nudged her awake.  We had sex on the couch, then I went to the bathroom.

  When I came back she was gone.  I checked the whole apartment and she was nowhere to be found.  I thought she might be hiding, so I even checked the closet.  I went outside, but she wasn’t outside either.

  I drove around the neighborhood thinking she had run off.  She wasn’t anywhere.  I kept driving.  I didn’t want to go back.  If I lost her, man, that would suck.

  I came back about an hour later.  I was fuming.  I stomped though the apartment.  I kicked around her clothes on the floor.  Where would she go without her jacket?  Without her shoes?

  I was talking to myself.  Into my room, I look in the mirror and say, “It’s not love.”  I rant until I’m tired.  I wanted to take a nap.  I pulled a stack of clothes off the bed.  That’s where I found her.

  Skip to me at the airport.  I was lucky because the flight’s delayed.  I bought some candy and flowers.  For six months, I had been waiting for Dana to come home.  I never asked what she did while she was there.  I didn’t want to know.  I loved her.  I always had.  I just never wanted to admit it.

  She came out of the terminal, and I saw her first.  I walked towards her and stopped short.  I didn’t want her to know where I’d been.  I wanted, just for this moment, to be, well, flawless.

  Dana walked up to me, smiling and threw her arms around me.  Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her and my pants fell down.

Posted by Kevin on February 13, 2006 at 1:02 PM (CST)


I fell in love for the first time with a guy that was 10 years older than me.  He loved my eye lashes.  He was about 2 inches taller than me, but when he hugged me, I felt like I was buried in his chest like it was a pile of clean sheets and blankets fresh out of the dryer.  I used to try to get in his chest like a dog burrowing.  He smelled like caramel and bark.

We spent 3 weekends together.  On the first weekend, we lay in bed facing each other, and I noticed that his hips were wider than mine.  He was a runner.  His legs and flanks were solid.  When he walked away from me, I thought about the backside of a horse.  I laughed and told him what I noticed about our hips.  He looked down at our hips.  He smiled, kissed each of my eye lids, and folded me into his chest.

The next weekend he drove to see me.  We ate Mexican with another couple.  I drank too many margarita swirls.  We laughed too much.  We annoyed our fellow diners.  We ate with abandon.  I felt like I was in a champagne commercial set on New Year’s Eve, like the bubbles in my head and chest would manifest themselves around our party and burst with each scream of laughter…like the air was electric and we were unbearably thin stick creatures vibrating with our joy.  I spent that night curled up in his arms thinking about about Halloween because of the caramel apple cologne he wore.

On the third weekend, we ordered pizza.  He drove down with his dog, and we walked him around my apartment park.  It was winter, and my face stung from the wet air.  He said very little.  I talked too much about my job and my cube-mate who ate beenie-weenies at his desk and smelled like blue cheese.  He chuckled, but didn’t say much more.  That night, I laid in his arms again and asked him what was wrong.  “You’re so quiet,” I said.

He told me that the drive was too much, and that we were silly to try make it work if we coldn’t see each other during the week.  I thought about the time between seeing him, about the weekdays, about how I yearned for him.  He told me that it was best to cut it off before it got too serious.  I bawled.  I knew that I was unlovable, that it was all my fault, that I would never meet anyone as good as him, as good-looking, a guy that liked my eye-lashes, that had wider hips than me.  He called me back to bed and held me while I shook with sobbing until I fell asleep.

We kept in contact for about 6 months.  My pain didn’t didn’t subside for 6 months after that.  Three weekends is insignificant, but I was 22 and he was my first love.

I think about his dark wavy hair and his hips sometimes.  And I smile because he was a template for the kind of guy that I married: gentle, loving, and good.

Posted by alexarch in Dallas, TX on February 13, 2006 at 4:45 PM (CST)


It was the year after i began high school. Everything seem to be great that year the school was great the people were great even the weather down here in florida was great, all I needed was special girl to be my valentines this year. I had i met a beautiful girl during a trip to New York with the drama crew, her name was Jeannette. She had majestic straberry blonde hair, a sexy smile which i can still remember, seducing eyes, and a attractive physique. She was nice, patient, smart, funny. She was all I ever wanted in a girl. Since she was a year younger than me I was not on the same grade as her. We only had one class together, drama. I always tried to get her attention some way or another. We would make the perfect couple since we were very much alike. In drama i would try to spend more time with her than i would normally she would do the same thing too. Then one night we revealed our love for each other. I decided to ask her out in french since she spoke it and french is the language of love. She said yes!!! it was the happiest day in my life. I would never forget the words I used that night, je t’aime. We started going out as girlfriend and boyfriend, I think we had the best time both of us had ever had in our life. High school was greater than ever, my group of friends and I always did pranks. Once, and I would never forget this, on a drug awarness day in our school we wore pro-drug stickers. We got caught and nine kids or young adults thats how they called us in the office got suspended. My parents punished me and I had no social life for a month valentines was just around the corner I was grounded so I though i would not have time to buy Jeannette presents.  She called me a week before valentines day and told me her mom had gotten a new job in Ireland and that she had to move there in 3 weeks. I thought of what to do and i told her that for valentines we should both buy each other ipods and filled them with our favorite songs, so we could remember all the good times we had. I decided to get hers engrave with her name she did the same thing with mine. It was finally valentines day we gave each other the ipods and kisses that I would always remember. Then the next 2 weeks we spended more time together then ever before. After the two weeks ended it was time for her to move. I will always remember her. I still cherished the ipod like it was all the money in the world. We still talk but not as much as i would like.  I would never forget Jeannette my first true love. Jeannette, je t’aime.

Posted by ilan in usa weston fl on February 13, 2006 at 5:15 PM (CST)


In June of 2005, my beloved rescue cat that I adopted 9 years before died. After browsing shelter websites, I came across Searching through more than four hundred rescues cats over the course of several days, I settled on a two year old Siamese mix named Roan.

Roan was described as very affectionate. Great. This would be a good place to start. He was fun to play with. He loved to be petted and picked up. He resembled an alien in the iconic sense. Being sleek and flexible with lightning reflexes was antithetical to my past cats. He seemed to favor my housemate, so I just hung back and let things happen.

Fast-forward six months, and GUI has bloomed. He was named as much for his delicate constitution, as homage to the Cat Owner’s Manual, a book that explains the vagaries of cat ownership in the droll manner of a manual for a piece of electronics. Whereas my old cat would sleep on my chest, but leave me pretty much alone while I was at the computer, GUI has made me his all-purpose resting place.

He climbs into my lap then arms and flops himself over like a baby. Speaking of flops, this cat does not merely lie down at my feet when I walk in, baring a tummy for a rub. He throws himself with an audible thump at my feet for attention. He likes to sleep on my chest, but sprawls rather than curls up. And he licks my face. It is tough to get a full night’s sleep with a creature that wants to groom your face. Being banned from the bedroom has only encouraged him more when he does get in.

I have never been the object of such single-minded devotion. It is impossible not to love this cat, but it is tough to get much done with him around. He used to simply sit on my keyboard, but now he cuddles up and stares at me with wide blue eyes. When he plays he jumps high, does somersaults and makes me laugh. If this is tough love, I can live with it.

Posted by Kathleen on February 13, 2006 at 5:19 PM (CST)


In February, I went down to visit my girlfriend for Valentine’s day.  We had been dating for about 3 1/2 years.  It was a very special time for us.  I took her to one of the nicest restaurants in the city with a lovely view of the whole downtown.  We had an amazing evening together.  I spent the whole weekend with her.  It was one of the best times we had together. 

Later that month we decided that I would go down and pick her up for spring break.  So I then drove down 2 hours out of my way to go get her.  I waited around for her all day at her college.  We met up and then packed all of her things up.  The whole day though she had acted extremely odd.  I tried to talk to her about it, but of course she told me everything was fine. 

We drove home that night together and there wasn’t any words being spoken between the two of us.  She pretended to sleep the whole way home.  It was a 3 and a half hour drive.  We finally got home, and I dropped her off.  She gave me a kiss and told me she loved me. 

The next day she called me up and come over to talk to her.  I sat down and listened to what she had to say.  She decided to dump me.  She used me for a ride home, and then dumped me the next day.  I then later found out she had left me for another guy.  It was a terrible heartbreaking experience.  It was quite a bit of tough love to have during my life.  It ruined my whole spring break.  Needless to say though, I am 110% better and realize it is better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all.

Posted by Tre on February 13, 2006 at 6:39 PM (CST)


In February of last year I was dating a girl named brie and she was totally an awesome girl! Everything was going great, I had everything a surrond sound system, comics, an iPod, and a new girl.

Then my ex shows up and she says how much she misses me. She also explains that she wants me to come back. Now heres the problem I was faced with, that chick brie was starting to get crazy saying how she loves me and my ex was telling me she needed me. Of course I was still in love with my ex so I decided why not.

Ok so I tell my roomates Iam moving back with my ex and then I break it off with this girl brie. Now she blew up and got in my face, telling me Iam going to regret this. Yeah I have heard that before. so I go out and comeback to find my friend teddy telling me brie is saying she has a surprise for me tomarrow. Well I firgured she was going to break into my house so i lock it up and went to my exs for the night.

The next morning my brother calls me and says I have some horrible news for you bro. I ask him what and he says you have to come to youre house to see it. Well i go to my house and what do I find nothing. When I say nothing I mean nothing, there was nothing in my house apparently they took everything. They took my bed and every valuable thing I owned.

I called the police and they said unfortunately since there are no I witntneses there wasnt going to be much they could do. So the lesson of the story is never double cross a chick who is nuts about you. In the end they convicted my roomate teddy of breaking and entering but they still dont have eveidence to convict Brie.

Posted by Jeremiah on February 13, 2006 at 7:12 PM (CST)


well, what could i say…it would be one year from today, well tomorrow, a great memory at the time, but now i wish i could forget everything…

This story begins in a late October day, where the sun was setting, and the breeze was blowing gently.  I had been working with this girl, let’s name her Jessica, since April. Every time we worked, it was always the small talk, but nothing else.  But this October day was different.  Something in the air was different.  She was sad, and a good person that I am, wanted to see what was bothering her.  She explains that her ex-boyfriend would not leave her alone, and that she is sick and tired of all the lies and false accusations.  Well, we finally broke the ice, and it was the start of a beautiful friendship…so i thought.

As the days wore on, we talked more and more.  I thought to myself, could this be true? could i have found the one? I wasn’t really looking deep into the future because expectations often lead to disappointment. Ever since that day, I was the happiest i could be in a long time.  I would spend time with her at her house, she would come to mine.  Work always flew by fast, because we had such a great time.  I found out her favorites, and gave those to her every now and then. I surprised her with an airplane kit (music, diet coke, hersheys, etc.) cuz i knew she was afraid to fly. I surprised her with a welcome home balloon tied on to her car.  I left her little notes in her car as well (at work, at home, at school.) It never dawned on me to ask her to be my girlfriend, because it felt so real, that it didnt need explanation. Conversations lasted for hours…time seemed to just fly by.

Before we knew it, it was Christmas season.  And what was something everyone wants for Christmas??? and iPOD of course!!! I really wanted to get her an iPOD for Christmas, but i just didnt have enough money to buy one.  I bought her…about $150 worth of small gifts, including a buildabear (customizable teddy bears).  I knew her birthday was on February 15, and i knew the 2nd generation mini was coming out soon, so I waited until that time. 

oh yes, and in mid-december, it was time for registration for classes, and yes, we tried to schedule the same classes with each other, and I ended up having her in 3 of my 5 classes. I would sometimes pick her up for class, so we could be together.

so January came and went, I saw her at her worst, and at her best, to that point.  My grades were taking a small hit, but i knew i could pick it up by the end of the semester.  ok so February…The month of love.  I decided to get her the pink iPOD for a valentine’s day present as well as her birthday present. I wrapped a red and pink rose around it, tied it with a white ribbon, and i gave it to her valentine’s morning.  She had no words to say to me, because she was speechless for the gesture.

anyway, it was a great couple of days, well, kind of.  My cousin had the same birthday as her, on feb. 15…I decided to ditch his party to be with her, we watched a movie on her birthday…February came and went, still happy. My cousin was pissed off at me, but i did not care.

And then came March. It was the start of the downfall.  I finally asked her if we were a couple.  When i brought it up, she was hesitant to answer.  she did not give me a straight answer.  I shrugged it off and thought I would ask another day.  Well i asked her again, and she just lost it.  She yelled “WHY DO WE NEED A TITLE? CAN’T WE JUST BE HAPPY WITH WHAT WE HAVE?!?” I really got frustrated as the month wore on. I was essentially the “girl” in the relationship, wanting to know where the relationship was going.  Grades took a real hit, and I never really got it up to my standards at the end of May.  We started hanging out less and less.  We talked less, and she became more quiet around me.  Then, on March 25, I got the worst news i could hear at that point.  she exclaims, “We were never a couple. We were never really anything.” Of course I was furious!!! come on! after all that time and money, and NOTHING? She didnt really explain anything else. 

It turns out, that she met a new guy in March. I can now say that i was used to the max, and that I was a replacement “boyfriend” until a better one came along.  I was that unofficial guy that she was with, because she needs a guy to spoil her all the time.  The last straw was broken, which was also the last time I have spoken to her.  I came to her house, demanding an explanation for her actions, and why she led me on for all those months.  I wanted all the stuff i gave her, including the iPOD.  To my shock, she said “you want the ipod???” and she THREW IT ON THE GROUND!!! A whole ‘nother argument ensued.  The iPOD sustained a huge dent, and a cracked screen, but it still worked. needless to say, it was over. she didnt even pay for the iPOD.  I ended up donating the iPOD to a charity. To this day, i have not spoken to her.  and that is my worst love story…

Posted by PJ on February 13, 2006 at 10:15 PM (CST)


My wife and I have not spent the past six Valentines Day together let alone so many other holidays and important dates over these years. I travel for my work and never know when I am going to get called out for work let alone know when I will get home again. I have missed the past two Thanksgivings being called the day before to leave Thanksgiving Day last year. I am gone for weeks and up to months at a time. My wife has told me to not even tell her that I might be coming home because similar to this year for Valentines Day, just like others I was suppose to be home, and then find out the day before I am to go home that I will be working and unable to go home for a few more weeks. I only tell her because I am excited for getting to come home to see her, but it breaks her heart and then mine to hear her disappointment. The letdown for both of us is almost unbearable. This long distance relationship is extremely difficult for both of us. I know how hard it is with my wife trying to keep the household going and then dealing with me being gone for weeks to months at a time. She is a very good woman.

The hard part for me was like last night when she called me on the phone. She was so broken up over missing me and being lonely knowing I would not be home for Valentines Day again (another one of those important days I miss) that she could barely speak. She was so choked up she couldn’t even cry. I felt like going in and quitting work today, but I still could not be home in time for this holiday let alone survive with no income very long. I cried myself after getting off the phone with her thinking of the way I have hurt her all these times of missing important days, holidays, and birthdays. I feel she deserves more and swear that someday all these days I spend away, that I’ll be able to make up for someway. A vacation for the two of us could be just a start in gaining some of these lost times. Here I sit in a motel by myself for another Valentines Day. I do miss my loving wife and know from her tears how much she misses me.

Posted by Peter on February 13, 2006 at 11:16 PM (CST)


iLoss & iGain
I bought my iPod in nov. of 04 it died in june of 05. Apple replaced it under warenty.
2 days ago I buught the logitech bluetooth headphones, 4 hours later my friend broke them. They were replaced the next day.
That is the best love story I could think of.

Posted by Stew Wingert on February 13, 2006 at 11:27 PM (CST)


I had met one of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life at a bar one night.  We hit it off immediately and began hanging out.  She was great, beautiful, smart, and even funny.  She was the type of woman who made you feel like you were worth a million dollars even if you werent.  She had this awesome and uncanny ability to make you feel like you were the only one in a room with a hundred people. 

My friend called me up a couple of months into the relationship and told me he had two tickets to see U2.  I was a huge fan and I knew that would also enjoy the show.  I spent the $150.00 on tickets (which was a lot of money as a junior in college) and invited her along.  She happily accepted. 

We drove to Kansas City to go see U2 at Kemper Arena with my friend.  He left the car a little early and I think we finished off two or three beers.  We began walking to the concert.  We walked the hall and handed the woman our tickets.  She took them and pointed in the general direction of our seats.  It was only upon my horrible discovery of when Linkin Park started to play that we were at the wrong concert.  I had been too busy trying to make sure she was happy to pay attention to our surroundings and the details of course.  I grabbed her hand and rushed to across the sidewalk to the other concert hall in hopes of gaining entrance into the concert.  They would not let us in and we spent the rest of the concert at a Linkin Park concert.  The relationship quickly ended and I almost get sick to my stomach when I hear Linkin Park on the radio.  She always winks at me when I see her out and I laugh to myself.

Posted by Jake Decker on February 14, 2006 at 2:22 AM (CST)


This is a story about love…a love that rings in the halls of time…okay, maybe not…but it’s OUR story!

I met my wife in 1997 at Western Baptist College (a small college in Salem, OR) on the first day of classes.  I was a Sophomore and she was a freshman.  I thought to myself, “Self, she’s a real cutie!  I must get to know her!”  So…a couple of days later I asked her why she was never in the lobby of the dorm…that night, there she was, studying with some friends.  That was the “beginning.”  We went on a few dates and decided that we’d be a couple.  After about a month, my then girlfriend had a friend that told her that she was pregnant and was going to have an abortion.  Since she wanted to save that baby’s life and do what she could for her friend, she broke up with me to spend more time with her…but still wanted to hang out with me and act as if nothing changed!  ARGH!  I told her that we either needed to be apart for awhile or stay together…she said her feelings never changed and so we got back together.  Her friend went ahead with the abortion and then told her the she had to choose either her or me.  Well, she chose her friend.  At that point, I had to let her go.  It broke my heart because I beleived that she was the one for me, but I had to let her go.  I went out with friends and dated a couple of times in the next month…but nothing huge.  After that month, my then ex-girlfriend saw that she was being manipulated by this girl.  Her youth pastor took her out to lunch and helped her see that.  She had also taken that month off of school and flunked out of a couple of classes.  I was furious…I thought she had to apologize to her teachers, parents, friends and me…and then came the day she wanted to “talk.”  I was going to just blow up at her about all that stuff…but I just felt God tell me to SHUT UP AND LISTEN.  She talked about how she had let her parents down, let her friends down, let her teachers down…and let me down.  She didn’t expect a relationship again, but hopefully a friendship.  I had nowhere to go for Thanksgiving that year and she invited me over to her house.  We had long talks over that weekend and got back together.  The rest is history.  About a year later we were engaged, got married on August 20, 1999, have been happily married 6 1/2 years and now have a beautiful 16 month little girl.  It’s amazing what happens if you have faith.

Posted by Josh Yates on February 14, 2006 at 1:48 PM (CST)


one year i had the [mis]fotune of being told that my girlfriend had become pregnant by a close friend and was breaking up with me as she had realized that valentine’s day just wouldn’t be special unless it was spent with him.

ahhh, that’s my life. gotta love it.

Posted by matt on February 14, 2006 at 4:14 PM (CST)


Love is love.  A broken heart only goes so far.  Breaking a heart that you love so much feels much worse.
My girlfriend and I have been together all of three years now, plus a week now.
Anyone can see how much we love eachother.  But sometimes we don’t show it anymore.  We’ve so many unresolved issues: family’s from different cultures, our love for eachother is different from each of our own perspectives, less and less do we see eye to eye anymore.  When we’re able to forget about these issues, we’re great, we’re boucing, kissing, hugging and loving.  But as we’ve gotten older, and get closer to being unshielded from the real world, it is getting harder and harder to put these things aside.  But the issues seem (so far) unresolvable.  At this point we’re both doing are best to enjoy the time we have together, and just putting up with the times we hate eachother.  The one thing that really keeps us together are these times we’ve together, where our minds are so close.  We’re two inseperable minds.  The world around us disapears, and we’re happy.  If I had to choose a last moment to have before my death, itd be one of these times.
I love you.

Posted by SzS on February 14, 2006 at 11:39 PM (CST)

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