Poopsie is in love. Well, she won’t say she’s in love, but we know she is. The object of her affection is a powerful golden stag by the name of Stagheart (just go with it. GO. WITH. IT.). Anyways, they are meant for each other. They complement each other’s fashion choices. They both are politically motivated and in some way Canadian (ew). They both have lovely bone structure and fabulously long, sculpted legs. Problem? They’ve never met.
So as Poopsie and I are waiting here at the organization fair, we’re devising ways to for them to meet. Fortunately I have a class with the lucky man, so we just have to “run into” him and I can start conversation over some stupid syllabus question. The poor man is in for a ride.
-L
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