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Once upon a time there were two little snowflakes going by the names Aiden and Cerianna. Extended bird-watching, fine-dining and hacking were their primary joys…………..apart.from.a.certain.lack.of.activity.in.the.bedroom.doom.doom.dome. No boudoir, no silk-satin furnishings, no soft light, nor alas a seamless supply of THE finest Chilean red (daaarrlllling) could entice the pair to GET IT ON.                                       Solitary together…….. their own kind of poly except in their specific case, Poly wasn’t getting her crackers on….. don’t ya knnnnnooooooow.                                                                   Coz they was platonic GASP! And.very.individually.frustrated. What on earth could cause such a conundrum? Here’s a mystery for you hhhhhhhmmmmmmmm.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   I just can’t get NO satisfaction.                                                                                                                                                                                                         Aiden would bleat to himself. No sex for me she sighed. so they tried to riddle me three                                                                                                                                                                        but I wouldn’t play.                                                                                                                       So sad!

                 It’s just not fair.                                                                                                           WHY does she keep choosing somebody else?                                                                                   —–so back to her phone went she.                                                                                                            and after crying then pacing in the bogs for about twenty minutes, until shame returns him to his pub chair, back to his phone alone. and beep beep beep went them phones

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