Morning Wee

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I woke up fifteen minutes ago. I got up and went to the bathroom as usual. I sat on the toilet to wee.

In the middle of my wee, I looked at the toilet paper thing and noticed there was none.

this is me calling: “Nee!”

Here comes the unbelievable:

The Mister walks into the bedroom, into the bathroom and smiles at me, a roll of toilet paper in his hand.

And he puts it on the roll thing kisses me on the lips, tells me he knows me that well and walks out.

Is this a dream is it real? How can this guy also be the other guy who never remembers anything??

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