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Love Is A Mess

It was more than a sordid love triangle. It was an outright mess. Paper and Scissors had been married for a long time. Scissors was a narcissist, as most artists are, and Paper was her medium, her way of expressing herself. Scissors never stopped to ask for Paper’s opinion or agreement in this, never thought it relevant, let alone necessary. That was until Rock came along. Rock spoke to Paper in a different key. Rock let Paper step into character, encouraged Paper to show his colors, and wrap himself around Rock. And that was how Rock smashed Scissors into pieces.

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