She asked. The answer was “No.”
Of the Seven Deadly Sins she felt she had a starring role in at least five. The first of the seven, ironically enough, she knew all too well. Lust. It was never about love, it was about desire to her. She’d tried on the love hat too many times. It was always satisfying initially, then grew old and difficult to maintain. It was generally much more work than she was prepared to invest in another human being. […]
They Don't Have a Greeting Card for This 