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A Hope For Valentine's Day
by Pirate Turner
He sat alone at a table. Couples passed by, walking hand in hand. He sniffed, a lone tear trailing down his long face and splashing into his drink. Why must he always be alone on important occasions? Why couldn't Mickey and Donald somehow, mysteriously lose their women and be single men? Why . . . ?
Donald walked up and plopped down into the chair beside him. He reached out and took a long sip out of Goofy's drink. "Daisy just stood me up."
Goofy's ears lifted. He grinned from ear to ear, and, inside his pants, his tail wagged. There was hope after all!
The End