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"But babe, that's my job" |
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"Not really," I chuckled, wiping down the counter tops. |
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"As the woman" She started, standing with her hands on her hips and going to him, attempting to take the rag. "It's my job" |
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I hesitated and looked up at her, giving her a quizzed look. "What's the difference? You're still human," |
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"You make the money, I clean and cook. It's simple logic" |
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"Logic I never wanted to imply," I noted, continuing to wipe down the countertops. |
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She nodded and finished eating, taking care of her dishes. She went upstairs and started laundry |
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Eventually I got the kitchen cleaned up, flopping down on the couch as Murphy darted over, hopping up in my lap (even though he was far too big to fit). |
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Rose finished starting laundry and sat beside Caden, resting her head on his shoulder |
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"Hey," I murmured, pecking her head as I wrapped my arm around her. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
