"I'd like a chance to be happy," I told the Lord of Love.
"What?" He rummaged in his box, pulling out slips of paper and muttering. His voice was muffled. He sounded distracted. "You already had it. Fluttering stomach, sweaty palms, music playing. Your fault if you missed it."
"But..."
He poked his head up. "Don't tell me you bought that 'relationships are a process' mumbo jumbo. It's one magic ticket and then poof. That was my plan."
"There can't be much happiness around, in that case."
He grinned. I felt my stomach lurch. "No," he said. "No, there isn't."
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