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.

The Joy Of Liberty

The joy in excercising my liberty of loving my brother is infinitely superior to the joy in excercising my liberty of hurting him.

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