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There was the usual, annual bouquet of roses on Natalie's kitchen table. Happy Valentine's Day to our Valentine. It was February 15th, and no matter what year she was in right now, it was Natalie's birthday. She was twenty years old today. She felt younger and older all at the same time, but at least she was no longer officially a teenager.
And next to the vase of roses was a thick enveloped bearing the seal of the University of Toronto. It had arrived for her on Friday, but she hadn't had time to even open it before now. Or maybe she'd kept herself too busy for that on purpose. That was possible too. Valentine's Day wasn't her favourite holiday this year for a few reasons, and she'd needed to thoroughly ignore the whole idea of it.
But now Valentine's Day was over. It was February 15th.
She sat down and got to opening the envelope.
[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual although with a warning for slowness!]
And next to the vase of roses was a thick enveloped bearing the seal of the University of Toronto. It had arrived for her on Friday, but she hadn't had time to even open it before now. Or maybe she'd kept herself too busy for that on purpose. That was possible too. Valentine's Day wasn't her favourite holiday this year for a few reasons, and she'd needed to thoroughly ignore the whole idea of it.
But now Valentine's Day was over. It was February 15th.
She sat down and got to opening the envelope.
[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual although with a warning for slowness!]
