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  • Leonardo and I were married for the first couple of years when we had our third Valentines. In Brazil it happens at June,12th June was the poorest month of the year for commerce so businessmen and publicity decided to promote a day in our cozy time of transition to winter to make lovers love.

    At that distant time of 1996 things were not that stable for this humble couple. Everybody loves nice people - what we are - but some friends have no sense of ridiculous. Dem, our satanist friend introduced Leo and I, so as soon as we were a couple living in a favorable point for meetings and parties in downtown, he and other opportunist friends persisted in having a passtime at our home. Almost every day they interrupted our activities for "helping us cooking", "making us some companionship" with lots of drinks and listening to Impaled Nazarene or Mayhem or Deicide. Uh, oh!!

    Those people are needy, eh? But at our Valentines I had to find a way to go out and look for a cheap gift for Leo. I didn't have determined deadline in the month to receive payments and that was not my lucky day, so I had to leave Leo home and go to the bank to verify my poor account without funds and make a miracle with around less than $ 5,00. Meanwhile Leo saw himself enveloped by those hairy-hungry-stinky friends to help him while I was not at home - that was what I knew when I called him on the phone - Quorton sending hello!

    Then my blood reached such a pressure. I had a hard day and I was not going to end it that way! I was needing some happiness with my Leo and it should last for many months and I'm person with practical sense. Let's find an useful and unforgettable gift - but as meaningful as my first Valentine's gift for him, "Don Quixote", by Cervantes. Went to the market, found it cheap!

    Taking the bus back home I was thinking if he would be already alone at home, preparing a surprise for me... but as I left the elevator and reached our corridor, those voices of them and from beyond were still there, waiting for me. Damn!! How could I give Leo what we needed without interference?

    Angry and stressed by the late of the time and having to find everybody there, I came in home furious. Dem, our demon's (and) introducer friend, saw me taking a pack from the purse. Given my mad mood, he joked that I was gifting Leo with a revolver...

    Not that wrong: I was giving Leo a good meat knife. I remembered that he had told some times that we still didn't have a good one, and we really like good juicy beeves.

    It's not fair that our Brazilian Valentine's Day is completely detached of the idea of blood for love!
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