I think we can all speculate on this subject, but no one really knows what's going on here. It could be anything, really. Maybe he farts in his sleep and she's tired of smelling it. Maybe he spends more time masturbating to the thought of alien beings being forced from his rectum than he spends writing her love poems.
Maybe she'll write a tell-all book one day so that people who give a fuck can be sated.
Maybe she'll write a tell-all book one day so that people who give a fuck can be sated.
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