When I think of Valentine’s Day, I think of guitars, a familiar voice, murder. I think of a drumbeat that shuffles like a shoulder shrug, crunchy guitars courtesy of Earl Slick, and a familiar, startling face staring me right in the eyes. I don’t think of love.
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