"Spikey!" Harmony squealed as she threw her arms around her beloved's neck. "So, what did you get me? Let me guess! Is it French?"

Spike's eyes never left the TV. "Get you what?"

Her excitement deflated like a beach ball hitting a sharp rock. She should have known. "It's Valentines Day, you jerk."

"What?" He snorted. "Annual day of exploiting dizzy teenagers out of their pocket money? Don't celebrate, Harm."

Disappointed, she withdrew her arms and retreated back to their bed, stuffing the card and the teddy bear under the thin mattress. She wasn't going to cry.

Not this time.

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