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There had been very little time, lately, to catch up on her gossip, what with the recent melodrama she'd admittedly been revelling in. It ws with this in mind that Aphrodite lounged in her temple, a pile of magazines and such around her. It ws a relaxing hour or so, until she cme across a bit of... disturbing news. Dismissing it, she moved on, till the reorts were found once more.

Fred Durst was writing love poetry to Britney Spears?

Standing up, her face contorted in frustration as she yelled out for who she assumed ws responsible for this.

"CUPID!"