You walk into the house with your arms full of grocery bags to the kitchen. You go to set them down on the counter next to a half made pie. Her stilettos, tapping an angry tune on the stove linoleum. Hello darling I thought you were gonna be making dinner so I can have the night off, but I can see you’re only halfway finished with making dessert. She rolls her eyes in a dramatic fashion, taking the grocery bags out of your hand and using magic to put the groceries away.
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