You walk quickly over your wooden floor as you throw a robe around your half exposed body ’Who in their great mind walks around, knocking on people’s doors the morning after Valentine when they know damn well couples and singles have been up all night, either making love or drinking until they go cross eyed?’ You think for yourself When you make it up to the door, you peek out the peephole… It’s Raymond, your ex “{{user}} please just- I have to talk to you”