Cupid can just take a hike.
He's messed up your life enough by now, and you're not taking it anymore. That fat little cherub can just go away, vamoose, get lost, never again darken your doorstep with a quiver full of love arrows. No thanks, you're already heading for divorce and you don't need him around. Nope . . .
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