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"I'm going to hire some bloggers," screamed Elizabeth, "and the usual goes - if you run your smart mouth, no more sex."
"I can't hear you honey," said Silky Pony, as he continued combing his hair in front of the mirror.
"I already told you I'm a feminist, so I'm going to hire a foul-mouthed 13-year-old who shares my views."
Silky Pony had other matters to attend to, like hiring more staff for his huge residence, and appearing at a speech, talking about how he could feel for the poor. Plus he was having a bad-hair day, and had to think up some new make-work for Elizabeth, or she was going to REALLY be pissed.
So it wasn't his fault. Or Amanda's. It was other people.
The End.
