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.

"We're Your Friends To The Bitter End."

Every time I go for a run at home then collapse in the back yard after my final sprint, these guys show up. I feel dead; I'm sure I look dead, but really guys?



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