The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

At least it died a clean death

Well, I finally did it.

I washed my cell phone.

It's dead.

You can remove my cell number from your phone books now.

Sorry.

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