"Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps."
~William Shakespeare
How ironic that I should come across this sentence just as our little foursome came into existence. No tiny wings flutter behind our backs, nor do we carry a quiver of arrows and a bow with us. No tiny harps, no random targets to aim for. Just a foursome with a friend to help.
All we have are sentimental, hilariously-possible ideas which are slowly solidifying into cleverly plotted plans. Then there are the unsuspecting connections which are bound to work to our benefit.
Yet what a pessimistic statement from Shakespeare, which is very much unlike him. I don't think their arrows kill. Perhaps it would have simplified so many things. And all because of that resort to traps one must.
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