Love is a mightily fickle mistress. It comes and goes and you will never be sure that it will stay. Just when you consider yourself the luckiest blighter on the globe and you are getting ready to sit down and count your blessings love ups sticks and legs it, possibly never to be seen again. But let's not get morbid on this groovy Saturday evening. There is much yet to play for, amigos. Never say die, and all that jazz.
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