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"Aw, come on, Win! I just want to make you happy!"
"Then just stay away from me, Angela!"
Winifred Pale was spending her afternoon the same way she had been for the better part of the past month: storming away from her increasingly bothersome friend. Since Angela Morgan sprouted wings, she had made a forceful matchmaker of herself. Her tiny heart-pointed arrows had found many targets, but Winifred herself seemed to be the one constant.
"Don'cha want to feel love in your heart?" Angela asked, doe-eyed.
Winifred spun around, holding her hands in front of her, as if it would affect Angela's marksmanship in any way. "I am a vampire. If I wanted anything
in my heart, I'd put it there myself! Now leave me alone!"
Winifred's refusal of Angela's offer for love and happiness was understandable, given the events of the past few weeks. Among Win's arrow-induced suitors were George Tumbleweed, Hammer, Lyle the Wolfman, and Jezebel Brimston (Angela swore the intended target was Bel's twin brother, Lu). Each attempt was equally unwanted and ended in disaster. Winifred had no desire to discuss nor repeat any such feelings and instances. She knew she had to take charge of the situation. Her insistence on grumpiness and loneliness finally cracked Angela's fluttery resolve.
This was the opening Winifred needed. She rushed the little pink-cheeked angel, snatching her bow and quiver. She broke the weapons and ammunition over her knee, and breathed her first sigh of relief in weeks. Angela didn't look saddened by the attack, only slightly less happy.
"For the record, Angela, you are still my friend. But I am not
sorry." Winifred turned around to head home, but immediately felt an all-too-familiar sting on her backside. She whipped back around once more, wide-eyed. Angela sheepishly stared back, holding a tiny crossbow with both hands.
"Now, don't get mad, Win..."
"Are you crazy, Angela? We're the only ones around! I don't want... ah..." Winifred held her fists to her temples, flustered. "Have you learned nothing from the Bel fiasco?!"
"It's not like that, honest! This was a special bolt, see?"
Before Winifred could so much as utter "see what," she could feel the bolt's effects begin to take place. Golden curls entered her field of vision. She raised a hand to inspect the bouncy locks, but she wound up staring at her hand instead. Her slender fingers were becoming short and pudgy. Her chalky skin was becoming soft and pink. Her dark, tailored clothes were now white and billowy. For the first time she could remember, she felt her heart warming. She gasped as a pair of tickly wings grew from her back. Excitedly, she twirled into the air, paying no mid to the fact that she now had to gain altitude to reach her friend's eye level.
"What did you do?" Winifred giggled, signaling that the question was one of genuine curiosity rather than the usual indignance.
Angela clutched Winifred's hands and swung them back and forth. "I did what I should have done this whole time! I made you as happy as I am! Sorry it took me so long to figure out how to do it."
"No problem, Angela!" Winifred shared her friend's glee as they flew in little circles. "Now I get what you were going for. And you get me, right? I'm a doer! Now let's get some new bows so we can spread the love right!
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