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“Love is a noun or a verb, it's something you do.” Jenny scowled out the windshield as she drove and complained to her brother. "Love is not a name, okay? Nobody is called Love. That's stupid. Like being called Excitement or Hate."
"What about Joy? There are people named Joy," Jimmy responded. "I worked with a Joy once, she was very nice."
Jenny rolled her eyes for the hundredth time since she'd picked him up at his condo. The four hour drive to their parent's vacation home in Iowa was nearing its end. During the drive they had covered many topics of conversation; the fact that she'd chosen to wear her work slacks instead of something more comfy, his new haircut, pop music, his marital status–newly separated, and her love life–currently stagnant, but Jenny had mostly focused her talki
