"Do you mind washing my work shirts that were in my suitcase?"
"What do I look like, your 1950's housewife? The cheerful gal who hides her pain in a haze of vicodin and pineapple upside down cakes?"
"*long pause while he stares at me as I work on the piece of fabric I'm sewing by hand*"
"Well, fuck."
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