857. A story of spurious authenticity
© Bruce Goodman 14 February 2016

Saint Valentine was walking along the road singing hymns and divine canticles, when he espied the farmer’s daughter sitting in front of the barn brushing her golden hair with a silver comb.

He wolf-whistled. WOW! He couldn’t believe it! He’d never seen such a valuable comb.

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