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Average,Average,Average.

So my life is average! I get up in the morning s.s.s.s. (shower,shave ,shampoo,shit.) I dress from the clothes allocated on my side of the wardrobe.(I only ever got it wrong once. My Shirts now hang on the opposite side to hers in the robe.) I have breakfast and go to work. I sit in my cubical at the bank and add up figures all day. (I had to do an accounting Degree to get this job. It figures.) Igo home and small talk with wife number 2 till its time for bed.
I turn off the lights in the house and put the alarm on. I brush my teeth and comb my hair and lay the lady down, an echo comes inside my head please god let me leave town.

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