I had Mr and Mrs Kissalot sitting behind me on the train this morning. They were so loved-up that I nearly had to change carriages.
There were a whole lot of tender murmurings, and playful whispers steaming up the place, and try as I might to separate soul from body, and go to my happy place, I kept getting sweet-nothinged in the back of the head.
It wasn't cool.
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