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"Can you PLEASE put the leftover in a food container instead of putting it on a plate? You're gonna make my fridge smells like food!"

Here we go, domestic Toffer is picking on me again for the umpteenth time this week. We've only gone through the lockdown six days but it feels like I've been stuck with him for a month already!

"It's a fridge, it's SUPPOSED to smell like food! What? You want it to smell like feet instead? I can put this then," with that I hastily take off the sock from my right foot and dangle it in his face.

"I mean it Nina, fucking put the leftover in a food container." His warning should send shivers to my bones but that only happened four days ago. I'm used to them nowadays.

"And don't keep anything that you don't even want to eat. The trash can is there for a reason."

"So you can shove yourself into it?" I reply nonchalantly as I put my sock back to my foot.

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"Can you PLEASE take out your clothes from the dryer?"

Urgh here we go again.

"Your clothes ha