I usually say that everything starts in October, but lately, I've been wondering if everything actually starts in March.
It's March now. On March 4, 2005, I had the
best date with Rob -- it was the night I knew I'd really fallen for him. And then of course on March 12th of last year, Rob and I
broke up. This doubly sucked, because March 12th was
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