Confessional (Peter, Flynn)

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Flynn had created seven piles of jelly beans, separated into colour. He was trying random combinations of the colours, playing the mismatched flavour game he usually played with Quinn, only this time it was one-sided. Sure, it was ever-so-slightly sad, but there wasn't much else to do. He was solitaired out. "Blech!" Flynn screwed his face up as he lifted it to glance at his unconscious husband. "Green and pink taste like arse, Babe."

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Confessional (Peter, Flynn)

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Flynn had created seven piles of jelly beans, separated into colour. He was trying random combinations of the colours, playing the mismatched flavour game he usually played with Quinn, only this time it was one-sided. Sure, it was ever-so-slightly sad, but there wasn't much else to do. He was solitaired out. "Blech!" Flynn screwed his face up as he lifted it to glance at his unconscious husband. "Green and pink taste like arse, Babe."

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