'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
--Miguel de Cervantes
Not even one very famous author can deny Jeffrey, with his vibrantly sunny hair, tousled; his eyes, emerald-green and black-flecked; his dimples, deep, one in each cheek; and his cleft, deep, mid-chin, is pretty much the complete and perfect "package". So, when Jeffrey falls madly in love with this author, is it destined to be a Merry Christmas and happy-ever-after for the both of them?
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