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"Cleaning!" I snap, a little annoyed. "What does it look like I'm doing, downing a bottle of Scotch? I could go for that right now, since I went and continually fell ON MY HAND today during ballet, spent a good portion of my day studying and then managed to piss you off, which pissed me off, and decided to clean."
 
"You said, and I quote, 'the house is a mess'," I say, a little softer. "So, what do I do? I clean the whole fucking house. Got clean sheets and vacuumed the bedroom upstairs, cleaned the toilet and the sink in the bathroom, am washing the dirty laundry, mopped the bathroom floor, cleaned the sink in the kitchen, got rid of the rotten food in the fridge, wiped down the counter tops and now-" I get back to my work- "I am attempting to clean this mess of an oven."
 
"Thank you, baby," I say sheepishly and pat your butt as you clean the oven. "I was't expecting you to do all that tonight."
 
"Mmmhhhmmm," I hum, still a little annoyed that you had interrupted my studying earlier. The oven as clean as it can be for a while. I find a lemon and put it in a bowl before setting it back in the oven and closing it.
 
I finish cleaning the kitchen, which consisted of doing the dishes, wiping down the microwave, and mopping. I study for about fifteen minutes before packing up all of my school stuff and vacuuming the living room. I take my meds again and come to you, a cold beer in my hand for you. "Hey," I say, coming over to you. "Listen, I'm sorry about earlier, I was just kind of upset that you interrupted my studying." I blush.
 
"That was noted early this morning," I say dryly, looking at you. I curl up next to you. "Who's winning, and can I have a sip of this?" I ask, holding up the beer.
 
"Of course," I say, patting your butt as you curl up next to me. "Dallas is crushing Chicago." I give you a nice kiss. "I'm sorry," I say. "How is your hand? Any pain?" My hand begins rubbing up and down your thigh gently.
 
I take a swig of the beer and shrugged. "Yeah, there's some pain, but not a whole lot. Nothing popped open or anything as far as I can tell." I set the beer down and rested my head on your shoulder.
 
"Yeah, at 11," I say. "And then I have the volunteer thing at the Ronald McDonald house tomorrow at 4, I'll probably be home by 8 or so."
 
"Some," I admit. "She says it'll take a longer time for me to heal from this, because of my past, but she thinks I'm a bit stronger than before, so it shouldn't be as hard. . ."
 
"Hey, you've seen those tight, black outfits on you girls' little bodies. I mean, come on!" I say, laughing. "And who does the hiring at that place? Hot girls everywhere? What am I supposed to do?"
 
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