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.

What You Tink?

Time for new chooze? Been running in these Ol' Faithfuls for two years now . . . finally got 'em broken in!


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