The gay man came home late, again. He opened the door quietly and jogged upstairs to the bedroom, where he hoped to find his boyfriend asleep. He peered in, and saw what looked like a man under the duvet. He walked over to the bed and lifted the duvet, and was shocked to see that the bed was covered in blocks of weetabix, arranged to look like a man. “Oh no” he said, “this time he really has gone…” He climbed into the bed with the weetabix and wept.
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