No jam, no rush to make advance bookings, no long queue at the cinema, no pretentious false lashes and plunging necklines, no look-the-next-table-is-having-the-same-eight-course-shit dinner, no overpriced roses that die the next day, no pressure to celebrate.

 
 

Ruffle’s rocks, by the way.

 
 

Happy ValenOverTine!

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