When our hero awoke that morning, beating the dawn by several hours, he prepared himself for many things: traffic, weather, indigestion, even a possible altercation with a stray pebble in his right boot. (The left one was always better behaved, you see. Something to do with the zipper, he surmised.)
However, of all foreseeable outcomes that could result in our hero's entering the world that day; he was not prepared to fall in love.
He would later complain, that a warning from the world would have been a fine courtesy. Zero notice seemed an unkindness on the universe's part.
For on this day, of all days, he really was not ready for love.
But ready or not; he would come to find, love doesn't care.
Not.
One.
Bit.
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