I am sure you remember The Year My Voice Broke. You probably also remember The Year of Living Dangerously. You might even remember The Year of the Locust. But you probably have not heard of The Year I Fell out of Love, but you are about to. The ten-pins of my affection are falling over one by one, and so rapidly, that I have decided to name this year as The Year I Fell out of Love.
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