Ivan nodded and sighed. Well, a romance would be nice. Just having someone to talk to about the book he was reading would be nice. Writing letters to his brother or even to friends from the past wasn't quite the same as a real live person to have eyes glaze over as Ivan expounded on the theories of magical dating of ancient dragon egg shell remanents.
Behind Ivan, on the wall, the breakroom clock's big hand clicked to 'Get Back to Work!' and a small enchanted wooden faerie popped up and did a little dance.
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Ivan Callistus: Optimistic Oblivious Obliviator
If only all mistakes could be obliviated... |