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Home from the bar. One unfortunate and unbearable fragment of delight as I opened the door to the hutch, only to recall that the bed was cold and empty before I'd even crossed the threshold. No muffled sleepy sounds, no need to undress quietly. Still, look on the bright side I guess, at least there's no-one here to watch me cry.

(Yes Alan. I hear you.)

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