Hexed Up

Why is it that when things finally go right, the universe sends you a great big Hex You?

My not-quite-technically-legal potion business is booming. I've paid off (most of) my credit cards. I can finally afford to eat more than toast.

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All thanks to my newest creation: a love potion that guarantees instant attraction and long-term happily-ever-afters.

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So naturally, the universe smites me.

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One kitchen mishap later, a batch of love potion explodes, and my next-door neighbour, (American banker, immaculate shirts, permanently unimpressed), is standing in my doorway with puppy-dog eyes declaring undying love.

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Which would be less of a problem if he weren't ridiculously hot - and if he hadn't spent the last eighteen months glowering at me like I'd personally cursed his morning coffee.

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Now he insists we can't be apart. He's following me around my flat like a lovesick shadow, flirting like it's a full-time job, and "proving" his devotion with heartfelt confessions and dangerously seductive smiles. 

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Trouble is brewing, and not just in my cauldron. If the wrong person finds out what I'm selling, I'm finished.

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So I need to brew the antidote - fast. 

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Before I convince myself this is all real. 

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Before he persuades me he truly does love me. 

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And before I fall head-over-heels for the man across the hall.

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Merlin's toenails. I've really hexed it up this time.