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I know I’m late in issuing you your horoscope, you little fishy you, but I figured you wouldn’t mind.  You’ll forgive me.  You always do.

Love will blossom and surround you.  For two sweet weeks.  Then, love will leave your ass just as you are setting the table in preparation to eat that delicious cornish game hen you slaved over for hours.  You had to ask about making some drawer space for some of your “stay-over things” didn’t you.