The eagle soars above the fray, commanding respect with effortless authority — then crashes directly into a porcupine, because of course it does. The porcupine's defensive quills and sulky independence are basically kryptonite to an eagle who expects the world to fall in line. Romantically, this is less a love story and more a cautionary tale involving repeated puncture wounds. The bedroom is the one place things briefly make sense, but even there, someone's probably bleeding.
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