MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN
“OUCH! DAMN!”
This feels so right.
Must be love at first sight.
You and I fit like hand to glove.
Must be a gift from the heavens above.
Tilly shook her head and laughed quietly when she heard the combination of Shannon swearing and the opening lines of the catchy tune to Match Made In Heaven waft down the hall. That meant it was seven o’clock. Shannon, Tilly’s roommate and best friend, never missed an episode. And that was before she got a job in the hair-and-makeup department of the matchmaking show. The show was Shannon’s equivalent of church on Sunday. She also never failed to trip over the corner of the rug that adorned the centre of their living room in her haste to curl up like a kitten in the corner of the lounge. You’d think the girl would learn.
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