Always glad to have an informed opinion...
What's up with the mail these days?!
What's up with the mail these days?!
Cursed by Cupid
Congratulations Riulve,
Our state of the art equipment informs us that your love life sucks. But don't despair! We at Cupid's Chokehold are here to improve your miserable chances at finding a partner. Using our revolutionary profiling system, we can find find the match that's right for you, and send you down the path toward true happiness. Simply fill out the attached form and send it back to us in the pre-addressed envelope enclosed. After you complete this laughably simple process, we will contact you with the details of your first date.
Signed,
Joesph Thomas Alexander XV 1/2
Our state of the art equipment informs us that your love life sucks. But don't despair! We at Cupid's Chokehold are here to improve your miserable chances at finding a partner. Using our revolutionary profiling system, we can find find the match that's right for you, and send you down the path toward true happiness. Simply fill out the attached form and send it back to us in the pre-addressed envelope enclosed. After you complete this laughably simple process, we will contact you with the details of your first date.
Signed,
Joesph Thomas Alexander XV 1/2
She stared at the letter from the Agency for a long time a mixture of amusement and distrust welled battled within her. Was this some kind of prank? Did she have a sign on her door? Then you considered the fact that she for some reason felt compelled to actually fill the damn thing out.
It seemed very unorthodox and strange to meet up with others in this way. The tall woman sat at the table with pen in hand and she began to fill in the spaces while her two children took a nap in their respective rooms leaving her in a much needed surround of peace and solitude. It felt obscene to fill this out in front of two young children who knew nothing of such things.
Riulve was no expert on magic but she felt rather than knew that magic was having some sort of influence about what she was doing right this minute for she normally would have thrown out such a ridiculous request.
After a time of consideration for each section the form was filled, put in a return envelope, sealed and finally stamped. As she stood up from the table both of her children stared at her from the kitchen doorway.
“What are you doin’ momma?” Wynni asked curiously.
Riulve laughed softly and shrugged, “Hell if I know, pup. C’mon, you two, get your shoes on we are going to the post office to drop something off...”
