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Published: Oct 8, 2011

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3wyl

Nov 24, 2011

Ooh... now isn't that an awkward situation to be in?

There are so many scenarios here. It could be of a dog, for example, or maybe of a woman that comes in between a married couple... depends on how you interpret it.

Great piece, either way. I like how you have given us just one bit and left us to ponder what happens...

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