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It all started after that unforgettable dinner at his boss Craig’s house. Craig’s wife, Jamie, welcomed us with a warm smile, wearing a pristine dress that probably cost more than my old rent. Her house? Spotless. Not a speck of dust, not a cushion out of place.
“You see how Jamie keeps everything so tidy? Dinner’s ready the moment Craig walks in,” Chad said on the drive home, his voice dripping with admiration. “You could learn a thing or two.”
I clenched my jaw, staring out the window to keep from snapping. But Chad wasn’t done. “Why don’t you try harder? I mean, how hard can it be to keep things neat when you get home before me?”
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