If Ovid Were Alive, I’d Slap Him

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Anchises Lavinia Turnus Allecto Megeara Tisiphone Calliope Aeneas Euterpe Clio Juno Jupiter Melpomene Thalis Urania Polyhymnia Terpsechore Sybil Vertumnus Pamona Polyphemus Dido Latinus Janus Augustus Mezentius Lausus EratoaHecto Evander Pallas Vulcan Venus Cupid Achilles Actium Alcides Pterelaus Alcaeus Electryon Sthenelus Amphitryon Alcmena Eurystheus Hercules Icarus Deadalus Antaeus Nemean Lion Lernaean Hydra Cerynean Stag Erymanthian Boar Augean Stable Stymphalian Birds Cretan Bull Mares of Diomedes Girdle of Hippolyta Cattle of Geryon Apples of Hesperides Cerebus Apollo Daphne Janus Mars Minerva Vesta Bacchus Semele Scylla Glausus Saturn Ceres Proserpine Pluto Pan Diana Trivia Artemis Dis Hades Cadmus Pyramus Thisbe Daughers of Minyas Minos Perseus Salmacis Danae Andromeda Medusa Pegasus Arachne Philomela Pelops Niobe Jason Madea Cephalus Procris Ceyx Alcyone Pygmalion Ajax Adonis Cypris Ganymede Hyacinth Meleager Hesperia Gordius Laocoon Hecuba Priam Neptune Palinurus Nisus Euryalus Io Argus Callisto Phaethon Tiresias Actean Narcissus Echo.

That is honestly all I can think about right now.

There’s a test tomorrow.

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  1. It’s all Greek to me. *snicker* Totally understand. I have a parasitology test tomorrow, and I keep randomly blurting, “Fasciola hepatica!” and other such trematodes and cestodes.
    Good luck on your test tomorrow.

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