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Was that Abel’s 500 horsepower gas-guzzling American truck pulling up? I think to myself . The front door handle rattles. Quickly I pull out the pots and pan. Abel walks through the door.
“Why hello dear.”
I turn around swiftly to the stove top pretending to cook something.
“Its been a very long day for me, I had to wash all the clothes and dust around the house”
I go to the fridge and pull out the chicken. I noticed we needed to restock on the milk.
“Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes”
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