It's just dishes. It's just floors. It's just dusting. It's just laundry. It's just vacuuming. It's just mopping. It's just switching laundry. It's just picking up. It's just cleaning the desk. It's just mail. It's just folding. It's just dishes. It's just wiping down the bathrooms. It's just cleaning tubs. It's just making knee pads from towels. It's just vinegar and short shoulders straining. It's just scrubbing toilets. It's just picking up. It's just sitting down. It's just watching shows you don't even like. It's just dishes, again. It's just Saturday. It's just your only day off. It's just work tomorrow.
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Ariana GonBon
29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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