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<title><![CDATA[Morning Wee]]></title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 01:37:13 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>lea alissa</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I woke up fifteen minutes ago. I got up and went to the bathroom as usual. I sat on the toilet to we]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I woke up fifteen minutes ago. I got up and went to the bathroom as usual. I sat on the toilet to wee. </p>
<p>In the middle of my wee, I looked at the toilet paper thing and noticed there was none. </p>
<p>this is me calling: "Nee!" </p>
<p>Here comes the unbelievable:</p>
<p>The Mister walks into the bedroom, into the bathroom and smiles at me, a roll of toilet paper in his hand. </p>
<p>And he puts it on the roll thing kisses me on the lips, tells me he knows me that well and walks out. </p>
<p>Is this a dream is it real? How can this guy also be the other guy who never remembers anything??</p>
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