Do you remember that time BC (before children) when someone whispered in your ear “tell me your fantasy” and you felt a mixture of tantalised and really creeped out? The mental images delightedly jump to George Clooney. Channing Tatum. Infinity pool. Tingling senses and clothes floating away. Notice the full stops? The fantasy is short, sharp, and to the point. Now it’s more like, George Clooney cooking dinner, bathing the kids and putting them to bed while Channing Tatum prepares lunches for the next day cleans the house and delivers wine when requested in the infinity pool.
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