She woke up wondering if last night had been all a dream. She had never had a night like it in her life. She had been swept off her feet by the most handsome man in the room, possibly the most handsome man in existence. He had noticed her when she didn’t feel like she was worthy of being noticed. There were clearly more attractive women there but he only had eyes for her.
I wasn’t completely sure if I’d go for the job but I did and now I’ve got an interview. I should be happy. Why can’t I just be happy?
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Or more accurately, My Muse. A muse, as you know, is your artistic inspiration. Someone that gets those creative juices flowing. Some people don’t need one but I certainly do. I’ll explain who this gorgeous man is shortly.