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I couldn't sleep last night.  You were snoring.  You always snore.  You itch your genitals, steal the cover and kick me in your sleep.  You fart.  Your farts stink.  Of beans.  And we didn't even eat any beans.  Then you roll over and your big stupid arm falls on me like a bloody great tree- if only I had an axe.  You're disgusting!  You have this habit of groping me while you're asleep.  At least I think you're asleep.  I hear you mumbling and I'm not even sure that's my name you're calling out.  But tonight you're going to sleep for a long long long long time!  Okay, probably forever.  Hahahahahaha, tonight the cover will finally be mine… goodnight, sweet Jane.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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