He was in his third week of lovesick moping when the fairy appeared
to him.
Through the smoke, he managed to ask “Are you Cupid?”
The fairy frowned. “No, I’m the Perspective Fairy.”
“But our love was special and unique!”
The fairy sighed and smacked him with her wand.
He suddenly became aware of every love story ever, every
feeling that every couple had every felt.
After a moment, he shook his head.
“Ours was deeper.”
The fairy looked confused, and then butted heads with him.
The fairy saw their love.
The fairy gasped and then died of empathetic shock.
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