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Naturally, sparks flew. We started sending each other transmogs. We shared a garrison. I gave her full priority on loot — even over myself. Love makes you do wild things.
Eventually, I worked up the courage to ask if she wanted to meet IRL. That’s when she said, “Sure — by the way, I’m Greg.”
Greg is 42, lives in Ohio, and has a beard that could tank Mythic Razageth. Turns out Greg has been healing me through emotional AND magical damage this whole time.
We met up. Had a few beers. Talked about raid mechanics. He crit me with a hug.
Anyway, I’m still getting healed. We’re still raiding. And I think this might be the most stable relationship I’ve ever had.
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