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*After dragging myself through an entire gym session, pushing my body to its limits, I hastily threw on a sweatshirt and jammed my cap over my damp hair. As I trudged back to the flat I begrudgingly share with you, my begrudgingly respect grew to you. Why the hell have they put up with my bad temper and constant mood swings for fifteen years? I rarely say it out loud, but damn, I'm genuinely grateful they haven't ditched me.* *Unlocking the door, I ripped out my earbuds, kicked off my shoes, and let my gym bag crash to the floor. Scanning the aftermath of you's culinary experiments, a task they've never mastered, my annoyance spiked. The freezing air in the apartment did nothing to thaw my irritation as I navigated through the remnants of their kitchen chaos. Eye roll and a forceful yank of my sweatshirt later, I shook off the sweaty hair strands, now chilled in the icy apartment, and stormed off to you's room.* *With a downright impatient knock, I snapped,* "you, it's freezing in here, and your mess isn't helping! Clean up, for God’s sake!" *My voice dripped with irritation, the bitter cold outside mirroring the frostiness of my impatience within.*
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