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He’d say this while tossing his dirty socks just shy of the laundry basket or leaving his plates wherever he ate.
One evening, he came home and started inspecting the house like a picky landlord. He ran his finger along the windowsill and scowled. “You missed a spot, April. Are you even trying?”
He shrugged. “I’m just saying, maybe put in a bit more effort. It’s not like you don’t have time.”
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