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Joanne had worked and reworked her profile approximately 14,000 times. "Enough," she whispered to herself after a sweeping Select All and Delete. "Enough already with false advertising." She took a bold gulp of wine, sat up straight, and put her fingers on keyboard. "Looking for my companion Addams - Gomez or Morticia; no preference. Will inevitably bite the hand that feeds me; your call on whether or not that's a thrill. I invite you to join me in romantic melancholy with midnight snacks provided." She published it and finished the wine. By 3am, her inbox was full. They were out there, and in droves - the ones who passed as normal by day, but wore their darkness proudly on the inside.