…and suddenly the author of the original sweater ad burst in, wielding a plain black-ink Bic. “Okay.” She snarled. “This has gone way too far. Step away from each other right now.” Penelope, initially frozen by shock, awkwardly climbed down. The author turned to her and said kindly, “You really aren’t in the mood for sex right now, are you? You just had a really nasty break-up.” Penelope slowly gathered up her clothes as the author continued, “Then go find the sweater. It’s waiting.”
…and suddenly the author of the original sweater ad burst in, wielding a plain black-ink Bic.
“Okay.” She snarled. “This has gone way too far. Step away from each other right now.”
Penelope, initially frozen by shock, awkwardly climbed down. The author turned to her and said kindly,
“You really aren’t in the mood for sex right now, are you? You just had a really nasty break-up.”
Penelope slowly gathered up her clothes as the author continued,
“Then go find the sweater. It’s waiting.”
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