‘’What is love? Is it simply the hormonal drive to reproduce? Is it simply nature calling us to ensure the survival of our species, though in the end ever line of succession will be lost to the unrelenting march of time? Or is it something more? Is this patter I feel in my chest the gentle fluttering of my very soul? If I had wings, would I fly to the heavens to sing your name to the stars, sun, and moon? I would like to believe I would, oh object of my affection.’’
Gummy stared intently at the rubber duck.