Valentine’s Day was supposed to be dinner and nothing else. I’m Briar, 28, deep in an EMT course, and I left that restaurant thinking my life had just fallen apart. I had no idea the night was about to get much stranger.
My name’s Briar.
I’m 28. This happened on Valentine’s Day, and I’m still mad about the tiny heart-shaped butter pats.READ MORE
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