Michael:
“LUNA! What the hell happened in here? There are feathers
everywhere!”
“I did it… I killed Cupid!”
“Looks to me like you’ve destroyed yet another perfectly
good pillow.”
“Yeah well, his name was Cupid.”
“Spit that feather out of your mouth and clean up this mess.”
“Okay, fine.”
*door slam*
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