It was 2:30am, I'd been dancing away in the club with friends. We were drunk. I was drunk. I'd been at work all day, and had uni 9:30am for a couple of hours...
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The story of Mr Feather Duster actually began on the night that Mr Washing Machine stood me up. I lay on the sofa with a glass/bottle of wine in hand and began swiping...
So, the story of Mr Catfish is short and sweet. Sophie was sleeping at mine one night and we were lying in bed swiping away- almost getting repetitive strain syndrome in our thumbs....
I had been speaking to Mr Washing Machine on and off for about two months. From the offset this was one of those- you want sex, I want sex, kind of friendships that...
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