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A Carnival Of Emotions By Alan Doesn 't

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A Carnival of Emotions

Alan doesn’t know it, but he will get a Valentine’s card I bought at the supermarket while he wasn’t looking.
He deserves it. After all, it’s our first true Valentine’s, in this strange land where love is so feted, and I want to believe, so valued, cards being exchanged not just between lovers, but between parents and their children, relatives, or plainly between friends, something I had only seen in the movies until now, a country where, despite the insistence and falsehood of drugs and life insurance ads being quite annoying, the parents of adult humans are referred to as “the loved ones.”
Love is a formal institution here, almost as ingrained in American society as capitalism or competition — I would write gratitude, but I kind of doubt it.
Some people hate it, but let’s face it, despite the fact that this holiday constitutes a feast for business, with its flower bouquets, heart-shaped balloons and boxes of chocolate, there’s nothing wrong with celebrating love. And my card will not escape the traditional impact of the date, on the contrary, it will come in the tacky, classic format, blazing with red hearts overflowing glitter of the also red envelope, red being officially appointed as the color of love.
It doesn’t hurt going with the thinking flow just for a change… right? Besides, living in the United States it is easy to understand why this country is the consumers’ paradise. All you need is simply connecting in any way possible with the world

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