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14- Should I Stay Or...
After confirming Rayan was done eating, Scott went ahead and put away what little food was left. Rayan started running some water to wash the dishes, but Scott stopped him, pointing out the dishwasher.
"You sure?" Rayan asked. "There's only a few."
Scott made his point by opening the machine to reveal that it already contained some dirty dishes. He leaned over to whisper into Rayan's ear, "You cooked. I'll clean. Go sit on the couch."
"You're sick
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Mark Me Yours 19- Heat
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