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.

35 Pages Later . . .

Well, it's done. At least the first draft of one chapter is done. 35 pages later (includes all 79 works cited).

This is actually happening . . . 

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