P.T.S.D.
- Bella: I was so unproductive today. I had a mile long list of things to do, but instead I just laid around like I was suffering from Post Traumatic Sex Disorder.
- Lola: Well, was it good at least? The sex, I mean.
- Bella: Oh god, yes.
- Lola: Then I'd consider that a productive day after all.
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