It's been a few weeks since I've been to the comics store. I went yesterday, about ten minutes before closing, and swept through there like a whirlwind, buying about $50 worth of Good Stuff. Diamond, the Lesser God of Distribution Schedules seems to have decreed this to be a week for me to read about desire and attraction, especially in their relation to (and independence from?) love. Just in time to follow up on my own introspection on the subject of flirtation, romance and sex (not to mention what it means to be a fulfilling partner):
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Go ye forth, say I, and read Carla, if you don't already. And rejoice.