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Or so she thought.
People fell in love slowly, swimming in the starry sky and emerging themselves in the depth of gravity, but they realized it in a single instant, like a bolt of jagged lightning shot from a blazing cannon.
One year Cuddy wasn't in love, and the next she was; one day she didn't know it, and the next she did.
Love had hoodwinked Cuddy.
Fin.