Cleaning Time
adamlily1972 “Hey, you promised you’d pick up the place.” My wife, being my wife. I played dumb and looked up distractedly from my laptop. “Uh?” She looked sad, annoyed. “The place. While I was working. You said you’d pick it up.” She gestured around the living room. Plates, bottles, wrappers, dust. The hair of Gunther, our black lab. I am sure it smelled of me, too. I pretty much lived in this room and didn’t go much of anywhere these
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