Nice, so we start again? Why did I put it there? Because I wanted to put it there! Is that clear? Maybe I should start asking why you put things there and there and there. Your stinking socks on top of my clean shirts. Over and over again. I asked you a thousand times not to do so, but… mister cocky doesn’t care. A thousand times I asked you to empty your smelly ashtray before we go to bed. But no, horny Jack wants to fuck, can’t wait the thirty seconds that it costs, fuck you! And always putting your sweating feet on our table. You know how I hate that. And when you cut your toenails, is it really necessary to drop the mess on the floor? I clean up everything in the house and mister does not give a damn. You dare to ask me why did I put it there? Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! My asshole is forbidden territory for you tonight. That will teach you a lesson! No . . ., please no, no, don’t do that. That’s not fair. Don’t show me you cock, you bastard. Please no, . . . . . . . okay let’s go to bed love.
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