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"We're so close, we even SHIT together"

You know, some people think intimacy means being able to defecate in front of your significant other.

And I think those people are not only disgusting, but insane.

That's not love. Taking a shit in front of someone does not mean your love is as potent as the odors of your anus.

In fact, I think you seriously need to reconsider the role of romance in your life, if you deem shitting together "cute".

That's just nasty you guys, plain nasty. I will never ever be coerced into using the bathroom in front of someone to prove my love for them.

Unless I've landed myself a spot in a maximum security women's prison. In which case, there is absolutely no alternative.


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