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Toothbrush

“You did it again.” “What?” “My toothbrush. You used my toothbrush.” “I didn’t.” “You did. Look. It’s splayed.” “You splayed it. The bristles.” “For heaven’s sake.” “What? It’s splayed. It’s ruined.” “It’s not ruined. And it’s just a toothbrush. Karen? … Continue reading

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Bruce

Bruce decided he simply didn’t want to anymore. He packed his toothbrush and lucky boots, grabbed his boxers from the laundry basket, and headed to the kitchen. “You are such a bloody cowboy,” she screamed. At that, he left the … Continue reading

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