And the occasional attractive statue before I realized it was a statue. “But I was thinking….” Why was this so hard? I had spoken of love to women before. We’re comrades on a quest.” She had to hit me where it hurt-right in the truth. “So, in other words,” she said, “what? You’re worried Venus will strike you dead because you’re invading my personal space? I really wouldn’t worry about that, Lester. I didn’t like the way her greyhounds were grinning at me. I didn’t even know who you were.” She stepped over a fallen log and offered me a hand, which I declined. Not that I would’ve done otherwise without the warning. “Woo? Is that even a thing anymore? Do people still woo?” “I-I don’t know. And also embarrassing.” Reyna’s expression remained as smooth and hard as marble. She said if I ever tried to woo you, she would curse me forever. “Well, I walked into the throne room one day, and Venus was studying this hologram of you, and I asked-just completely casually, mind you-‘Who’s that?’ And she told me your…your fate, I guess. “Um…” The marching band in my bloodstream was now doing double-time maneuvers.
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