It was because you forced me to make you some tea.
I had come home from work — after eight hours of stress, pain, and tiredness. I got in, and as I set my stuff aside, you said you needed me to make you some tea.
I stared at you.
You knew where the tea bags were and how to use the stove. Didn’t you always say you knew it all?
But you want…
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