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I can’t believe I’m going on my first date with Isolde. I feel like we’ve done things a bit backwards. First, we practically moved in together, then came the making out, and now comes our first date. Usually, it’s meant to go in reverse order, but I can’t say that I’m complaining. Never in my life did I believe I would be living with a supernatural, let alone dating one, but I can honestly say this is the happiest I’ve ever been, and maybe I’m crazy because I know it’s far too soon for this, but I think I’m falling in love with her. It’s too soon, right? She was my enemy a week ago, not that I ever had a reason to see her as one aside from very effective indoctrination. Then again, the term ‘love at first sight’ exists for a reason. All I know is that I’ve never been as happy as I am with