Today I saw this old man shopping for cucumbers. I asked him if he was buying vegetables for his wife for Valentine’s Day and he said “My wife died three years ago. I used to buy her a cucumber every week to make up for my impotence. I still like to buy one every year on this day and let it moulder under the bed, just the way she used to do.” It broke my heart and also made me throw up a little in my mouth.

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