For two weeks, Jane's avoided sex. Until today, and I wasn't up for it, so to speak.
The last two weeks, I've come home and Jane's been in bed or lounging around. Like nothing matters.
This morning I woke up from a bizarre dream (more on that later) and Jane wanted to play. I think the dream through me off.
So, the question: is a plastic woman better than real? ... 'Cause sure as shit, most real woman think a plastic man is better than real.
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