2.14.2012

We, the peddlers of heart-shaped rocks

Got a knock on the door last night and there's a scrawny little boy standing there.

"Hi," I say.
"Hi," he says back.

We look at each other for a minute. No one says anything.

"So... what's going on?" I finally say, because... this is a little weird.

"Um, is this?" he says, then starts again. "Does a guy live here who makes hearts?"

Seriously, have never seen this kid before. Apparently our heart-shaped reputation precedes us.

Dan comes out and we all make friends; young Royce is sent on his way with a fine specimen of a heart-shaped rock.

I should've gotten pictures just to prove that this really happened, but I didn't. You'll just have to trust me.

Happy Valentine's Day.

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