If my life is a series of tragedies wrapped in a comedy ribbon…
Then today is—
The day I realized… I could be rich.
And that is more thrilling than love (well, my love hasn't exactly started vibrating yet, has it? Oh gods, what exactly are the specifications for my soulmate?)
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After various Cupid Rapid Fire Pyong-Pyong Strike Edition missions that ended like flat cakes—no rise, no beauty, and a bit embarrassing—my days have returned to their normal track.
My version of normal, of course.
Which means: still absurd, but without the dog barking or Duke Tristan's voice being mistaken for a war alarm (sorry Duke, I'm still talking about it, because honestly, that raspy handsomeness in your voice is still etched in my mind).
Duke Tristan is back to being busy with his Ducal affairs. Serious. Authoritative. And perhaps secretly traumatized every time he sees a poem (forgive me again, Duke).
