Obsessive-Compulsive Valentines.

Sweetheart, I've got you under my skin. I'll wash and wash, but you'll never come out.

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Roses are red, violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, and I think I left the iron on.

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I love you. Wait. That didn't feel right. Let me try it again. I love you. Don't think about disease. Don't think about disease. Don't think about disease. I love you. There.

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