She opened the door, languidly, her robe open; the pizza man was stunned by the naked desire in her face. Suddenly, as she checked out his package,her smouldering need was replaced by a burst of icy rage. "You, bastard," she mouthed, it was nearly a whisper, "You forgot the fucking bread sticks."
If one is the loneliest number and two can be as lonely as one then the set of all natural numbers are equally lonely. Your menage a trois can't save you. If one is the loneliest number that you ever knew than an unknown number is the optimum solution. Quit counting and start partying.
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