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.

Oops!

got so wrapped up in Aristotle’s “Nicomachean Ethics” that I read three books too many. I was only supposed to read Book 1! I’m so silly. Don’t you just hate it when that happens?

Reading Too Much


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