It's Valentine's Day, 1991.

You don't usually observe the greeting card holidays.

You think they're kind of silly and besides most of the time, you and your partner are

both busy working.

You're always buried in your client's cases and your partner is often on call, running

back and forth to the hospital to treat patients.

Your friends are always remarking that you're the classic power couple, but sometimes it

seems like it's all power and not so much a couple.

So this year, you make dinner, put out a tablecloth, and even light a candle.

At the end of dinner, you do the dishes and your partner takes out the trash.

The TV is on low in the background, but something makes your ears perk up.

You glance over and see the newswoman reporting from a parking lot not too far away from

your house.

She says, an explosion went off not long ago.

A man was hit in his leg by a shrapnel that exploded off a pipe bomb.

It detonated 30 yards away from where the man was walking.

Listening to this, you slowly shake your head.

It's not uncommon in grand junction Colorado for people to mess around with explosives.

After all, it's a mining town and people know how to use dynamite.

The reporter says the man that was hit will probably be okay.

You hope this is just some kids joke on wrong.

But then, a few weeks later, there's another news report.

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