When my fiancée went out to her hen-do
(the first one)
I stayed at home,
watched some rugby,
wrote a poem,
and did the dishes.
When my fiancée went out to her hen-do
(the first one)
I stayed at home,
watched some rugby,
wrote a poem,
and did the dishes.
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