“Don’t get all mushy on me now, rock star, you’ve got a bad reputation to uphold. How are we going to keep convincing everyone you’re such a grouchy dick if you go around with that face from now on?” I can barely speak, such is my burning, agonizing hope. “Which face is that?” She leans in and kisses me softly on the mouth. “Your madly-in-love, glowingly happy, finally-sprung-from-hell face.” She purses her lips and looks at the top of my head. “We’ll have to do something about that black cloud that’s missing, too. Everyone’s going to wonder what’s happened to that.” I grab her, roll her onto
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