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[necropantser]

My, my. Between St. Sadie's and the wedding announcement, there's so much love in the air. Is that really what you call love, anyway? It all seems rather stilted, thanks to either hormones or politics, to me--but then, I'm not really in a position to talk, am I? I never have professed to have much use for the sentiment myself

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[gynophobe]

... is it just me, or does everyone view love negatively lately?

[necropantser]

But Guy, spring is in the air--the season for allergies and all manner of household pests!

[gynophobe]

And the time for growth and rebirth. You should think more positively!

[necropantser]

As well as a time for overcoming certain phobias? ♥

[gynophobe]

[gynophobe]

Th-that's...

We'll see about that one.

[necropantser]

Do your best, Sir Guy.

[acaelousque]

There's love, and there's pageant.

I'm not much for ceremonies, myself.

[gynophobe]

You don't think the holidays mean something to other people?

[acaelousque]

I'm sure they mean something for other people.

I just don't care.

But that's not what we were talking about, was it? I thought "love" was what was at stake.

[gynophobe]

Mm, but you brought up the ceremonies.

So what is your opinion on love, then?

[acaelousque]

You missed the connection.

"Charity suffers long, and is kind; charity envies not; charity vaunts not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, thinks no evil; rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."