Once, she opened Marcus’s dresser.
“You don’t iron his socks and underwear?”
I stared at her. “What?”
“You’re supposed to iron them, fold them neatly, and put them away properly.”
The house was my responsibility.
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Once, she opened Marcus’s dresser.
“You don’t iron his socks and underwear?”
I stared at her. “What?”
“You’re supposed to iron them, fold them neatly, and put them away properly.”
The house was my responsibility.
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