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On the up side, my flat is back to normal. It's a much better bachelor pad than home for a married couple.
On the downside, I fucked up with Summers and Mum wants to set me up with people. And I haven't had sex in far too bloody long.
It really doesn't help that she's out there and unavoidable. So I'm just going to work. And work. ... And work.
What the fuck did I ever do to deserve that?
Go on, tell me that you told me so.
Arguably this is all your fault anyway. If you had all just shut up and minded your own business, she wouldn't have gone neurotic.
Get this.
The Nowleses are pressing charges.