These words suddenly came to mind once again. I used to describe myself as a fighting romantic. Sigh. I refuse to believe that romance and/or goodness deserve a kick on their respective backsides. They cannot be as elusive as life seems to make them.
...Though I do admit now that them ding-dongs did not really transform that girl back into her raggedy form nor did that strange man actually render assistance to an injured stranger whom he shared a mutual antipathy with...
Fighting Romantic (+Realist, Now) [sic] ... More like a Rambling Fighting Romantic (+Realist, Now). Haha.
Aigu... To bed I must hie...
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