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Dionne Warwick was letting her down. For one solid year Stephanie very successfully had been using Dionne Warwick's signature song as a mantra, an incantation to ward off the evil that had plagued her since high school, all through college and even now into her ...God help her!....her mid, all right, all right, late thirties. So, why was Dionne failing her now? Oh, but she knew perfectly well why.

"What do you get when you fall in love? A guy with a pin to burst your bubble. That's what you get, for all your trouble. I will never fall in love again. " Dionne sang cheerily.

It had worked every time. All she had to do is sing along with Dionne and remember Chad, Tim, Jeff, Henry and especially Darren, the little weasel! And miraculously she would be safe, her heart would be still and she could concentrate on the important things in life, her friends, her family and her very successful career as an advertizing genius.

"What do you get when you kiss a guy? You get enough germs to catch pneumonia. After you do he'll never even phone you. I will never fall in love again."

She glanced at the clock on her desk for the umpteenth time that morning, much to her own annoyance. It was now 9:45. He would be here in fifteen minutes as he always was, prompt and punctual as ever. She hated herself for wanting to see him, for wanting to talk to him and for wanting it so badly.

"What do you get when you fall in love? You only get a lot of pain and sorrow. I will never fall in love again."

She just needed to remember her last disaster of a relationship. Stephanie still seethed with anger remembering Darren, the cheating bastard. She didn't need a man, especially not one like Darren.

"Don't tell me what it's all about. Cuz I've been there and I'm glad I'm out, out of those chains, those chains that bind you. That is why I'm here to remind you....." Dionne continued to sing undaunted.

So, why did she continue to check the clock? She dropped her head in her hands and desperately mumbled, "Dionne, you've helped me before. Please, help me now!"

"Who's Dionne? Can't I help?" asked Sandy, her fresh-as-a-butter-cup assistant that came with her promotion and the new office. She had strolled into the office with a stack of folders and dropped them in front of her. Stephanie would like her more if she weren't so darned young and bubbly while Stephanie was feeling the years creep up on herself.

"Oh, just Dionne Warwick," Stephanie reluctantly muttered.

"She new here?"

"Of course not," Stephanie told

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