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*it is a bright, if chilly, February day, and someone (we won't mention any names, but his initials are Ros- Guil- Rosencrantz) is shopping for Valentine's Day supplies. by "supplies," of course, we mean glitter, construction paper (mostly various shades of red and pink, plus a few sheets of black for Hamlet), glitter, doilies, glitter, candy hearts, glitter, and anything else that catches his eye. and glitter. he is terribly excited, and while this is supposed to be a secret project, he certainly wouldn't mind blabbing about it if he happens to run into someone he knows*