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adjusted his bow, stretched his arm, and fired an arrow at the Fax
Machine.
Eric's wings started to deform into feathers, his toga was
starting to blacken. He felt a strange tickle in his stomach, and he
knew what was happening. He thought to himself: how ironic. To
become unloved by Love because of love. The love he had for
humans. He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes. The last thing he
heard was the confusion of Anita, mumbled to herself. At least she
was safe, he thought. At least everyone was now safe from love.
