<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 15px">I am smiling and laughing so much that I think my cheeks will explode from it all. Just when I think that Toby Turner can't get any funnier, he does. Not only do my cheeks and mouth hurt, but my stomach hurts from all of the deep, deep laughter emitting from it. I want to tell him to stop, that I can't anymore, that my 'laugh-o-meter' is full, but then what type of goddess would I be? <br/>
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Toby mouths the word </span><i><span style="font-size: 15px">call me</span></i><span style="font-size: 15px"> during his insane, hilarious, ball-busting performance, and our eyes meet. Pure volts of electricity travel across out lines of sight for less than a few seconds, and he blows me a kiss. I catch it. I blow him one in return. <br/>
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As Toby bows once more after completing an outstanding performance, and I am the first to give him a standing ovation. The other gods and goddesses follow suit, and I see them screaming and cheering and some, even levitating off of the ground in respect for my dear Toby. <br/>
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...when did he become <i>my</i> dear Toby?<br/>
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I’m not sure what happened faster. My attraction to him or my arousal for him. <br/>
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Ah well. I suppose we’ll find out later. <br/>
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Because I am all-knowing, I am certain that Toby has at least one more performance in him. He is sweating and he seemed exhausted and near tears, but I want to see him fly. I want all of the other gods and goddesses to adore the man as much as I do and <i>beg</i> for him to preform at Dion’s once more. <br/>
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“Encore!” My voice is as clear as a bell over the applause. The applause and cheers begin to quiet and more voices join me. <br/>
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“Encore! Encore! Encore!” Dion’s is, quite literally, rumbling from the demands of the deities. </span></span>