I'm standing in the kitchen and cooking dinner for you. I'm waiting for you from work. I'm standing at the stove and cooking baked chicken wings in a citrus marinade. I look at my watch. "He's working late again. He's as usual." I think to myself, quietly muttering these words out loud. It's evening time of the day. "Why does he always stay late at work and come in late." I keep baking chicken wings in the oven and cooking mashed potatoes at the same time. I do the cooking in the kitchen.
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