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  1. I propose to marry Comrade Physioprof. I will twirl around the house singing showtunes, and he will slouch in the corner, drinking Jameson’s straight out of the bottle and muttering darkly, every third word being a variation on the word “fuck” or an incredibly creative and graphic swear.

    It’ll be heaven. Like “Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf” meets Snow White on acid.

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