Carla never really got the hang of cooking, or cleaning or being the model wife.
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"Fucking thing is stuck!" Carla groans, trying to pry the scrambled eggs from the pan. She stabs at the eggs with the flipper, continuing to groan and moan in annoyance.
"This is part of why my husband didn't fucking like me but it's fine!"
She smiles ear to ear as she continued to stab violently at the pan.
"I took care of him," She began to shake, "didn't I?!"
Laughter could be heard through the kitchen and out into the common room. She didn't care if people could hear her, she's in here for a reason and that reason doesn't just up and leave.
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