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Sighing for the umpteenth time, I pushed myself up unto the counter with my hands and languidly looked over the now spotless kitchen. A few minutes ago, the stupid excuse of a Mafia boss --also known as Kasan-- took it upon himself to clean the whole house down to the very porch at the front. Why you ask?...he claims he wants to keep his precious 'princess' in a clean environment.
Afterwards, he went out and came back in with loads and loads of clothes. Not sure how he knows my exact size but they all fit perfectly well actually. I don't have clothes so I'm half grateful but the fact that they literally hide NOTHING is absolutely irritating.
And just few hours back, I happened to mention that chicken Alfredo would've been better for dinner instead of spaghetti. Wrong move. Following my remark, he tossed the spaghetti in the trash and began to stir up another pot.
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